I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

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?

If you have faith in yourself you will never lick the dust of defeat in any ground

In spiritual terms, where ever your mind goes, that’s where your soul follows.

I am lover of words... I am wickedly drunk with the magic of words... the poetic nature whispers through and to my very heart and soul.

The paradox of challenges

Good folk, I have no coin, To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furzeThat shakes in windy weatherAbove the rusy heather.

Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for no wind is the right wind.

Every editor of newspapers pays tribute to the devil.

I think patience is a skill and I wish I had it.

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

Journalists, especially English journalists, were very cruel to me. They said I only knew three chords when I knew five!