Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I don't know. I don't know.please.-Tris, DivergentCan I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.-Tris, Allegiant

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?

What’s the difference between a dream and a goal? Ink. That’s right. Goals must be written down.

Even that exquisite hunger he aroused at her, fiercely sweet as it might be, posed a threat to her sanity.

Dreams can only be seen with open eyes, what you see while you asleep are nightmares.

The majority is wicked.

Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.

The true function of art is to criticize, embellish and edit nature… the artist is a sort of impassioned proof-reader, blue penciling the bad spelling of God.

If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favourite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never get past the locked door.

It is imperative to master the principles of the art of war and learn to be unmoved in mind even in the heat of the battle.

When you recognize good writing and you're lucky enough to get it, like with Lost, that's what I follow.

The more we sweat, the less we bleed.