He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.

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?

I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.

There is one inevitable criterion of judgment touching religious faith ... Can you reduce it to practice? If not have none of it.

Scholastic learning and polemical divinity retarded the growth of all true knowledge.

We never thought we were. That's the important part.

Most artists don't know a hit. You can say I want this one to be a hit but it never become that way. The public decides that for you.

Everything that happens to us is the result of what we ourselves have thought, said, or done.We alone are responsible for our lives.

The United States have developed a new weapon that destroys people but it leaves buildings standing. It's called the stock market.

When they tried to draft me, I earned a college degree.

But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, fora moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!