I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

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?

No one has direct access to your mind like you do. That's why introspection remains a valid technique even after the invention of brain scanners.

I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can't do that with people.

People suffer when they pursue a life or chase a dream that doesn’t belong to them.

I just watched the news. Seeing crazy people doing crazy stuff to other people and pretending that they're the good guys really helped.

Men are so made that they can resist sound argument, and yet yield to a glance.

But I don't want to die! I have so much to do!

It's somewhat of a normal procedure sometimes when you have a knee drained... so long as it's not something you have to do every game.

There was never any point at which I was considering leaving Harry Potter. If I were to stop acting, it would have been after.

Actually I never did stand up. I'm not that funny.