tris

Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic.""That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest." He clears his throat. "I continually struggle with kindness.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. Hisbreaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. Hesmells like wind and sweat and soap, like Tobias and like safety.

My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster, but I can't bring myself to do it. I blow bubbles from my mouth. Relax. I close my eyes. My lungs burn.

We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear.

Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.

I don__ know how long i tis before we get cold again, and huddle under the blanket together.-It__ getting more difficult to be wise. _ He says,laughing into my ear.I smile at him. _ I think that__ how it__ supposed to be.

The ability to think isn't exclusive to erudite

If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities.

If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.

Doing a little at once can fix something, eventually, but i feel like when you believe something is truly a problem, you throw everything you have at it, because you just can't help yourself.

I'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent

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

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