But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.

The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.

Change, like healing, takes time.

I'm not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind. "THAT'S why you like me!" I exclaim. "Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

A man can live on his wits and his balls for only so long.

People who avoid their fears also avoid their power.

True love is very silent, very personal, very non-demanding, and nonjudgmental.

She was returning home to be the wife of, mother of, First Lady of, but what did that really mean?

If we all worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true really is true, then there would be little hope for advance.

Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you.

Definitely I'm convinced that behind my case there is a trial of the church.

I've not given up hope the belly-putter will be banned. The R and A and the USGA are looking at it right now.

The pedestal is immobilizing and subtly insulting whether or not some women yet realize it. We must move up from the pedestal.