tris

He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done__lmost killinng me was one of those thingss__nd another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing. Tired of being Al.

Ishabal: "If you may correct your vision as you like, why do you wear spectacles?" Tris: "Because I like them. Because I have better things to do with my magic than fixing my vision when ordinary glass will do.

Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I laugh, and it__ laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place whereeverything I__e ever known is coming apart. I know some things__ know that I__ not alone, that I have friends, that I__ in love. I know where I came from. I know that I don__ want to die, and for me, that__ something__ore than I could have said a few weeks ago.

My mother wasn't a fool," I say. "She just understood something you didn't. That it's not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil."I back up another step and say, "She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplaced disgust for another person's genetics. That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own. ...

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

Tris: "I was reading." Sandry: "You're always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt." Tris: "Then maybe they shouldn't talk to me.

I love you" I say."I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

You're not very nice," I say, grinning."You're one to talk.""Hey, I could be nice if I tried.""Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then.""You're very good-looking."He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

What is it with you today?_ says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are stillswollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.__h, you know,_ I say. __un shining. Birds chirping.__he raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an undergroundtunnel.

Can you be a girl for a few seconds?""I'm always a girl" I frown."You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl"I twirl my hair around my finger. "Kay.