Veronica Roth

This is supposed to be a lighthearted session of symbolic document destruction, not a political debate.

The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because he's the one who should get to do it," I say. "Stay away from him or I'll decide I no longer care.

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

The division is based on knowledge, based on qualifications - but as I learned from the factionless, a system that relies on a group of uneducated people to do its dirty work without giving them a way to rise is hardly fair.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.

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Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I'll be betraying someone.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, it's facing the death you know is coming.

But then he stops at the door frame and says, It's 9:24. Telling me the time is a small act of betrayal-and therefore an ordinary act of bravery. It is maybe the first time I've seen Peter be truly Dauntless.

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.

maybe here, in dauntless, bravery is the highest form of wisdom. the acknowledgement that life can and should be lived without fear

What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".

A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.