He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.

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?

You are blessed doublee if you are in love...

If I do cardio I'll disappear.

But Gulf War Syndrome is not one cause, not one illness. It is many causes, many illnesses.

What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.

Every President hates the Press.

It would be morally reprehensible not to tell the truth... Everything I have written has stood the test of time.

Women should have the freedom to do whatever they need to do to feel good about themselves.

No one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate.

I don't think information overload is a function of the volume of information. It's a derivative of the volume of information plus the sense-making tools you have.

Sometimes, I think having less money can lead to more artistry.