I'll say it one last time: Be brave.

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?

Life is fulfilling when you are being productive

Yearn to grow in the field of love and bliss not in the field of competition and contemplation.

The best way to stay safe is, let them think your insane.

I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

Nobody puts constraints on God. She doesn't like it.

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Do I want to write a musical? No. I like to do musicals.

It's getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I've drowned and be celebrating.

I think people are a little bit intimidated by me. You know, I'm not exactly a wilting flower, so I think they're a little bit scared of me sometimes.