I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".

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?

Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you who you think you are. Tell me what you fear, and I'll tell you who you really are.

Flaw laden intellect shows faults in others. If you deviate even slightly in the wrong direction, you will see everyone at fault.

Whatever happens to us is beneficial.

Well I would say that we're regular people first of all and we're normal and it's obvious by some of the things that have happened just because our name is famous we're not immune to tragedy.

You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later.

Our fate is shaped from within ourselves outward, never from without inward.

Under the circumstances, may I suggest another means of encouraging probity in elective office. I refer to term limitations, which can serve ends beyond that of saving congressional souls.

On Kim Kardashian: "I think she's cute. And, no, she's not too old for me. Above 40 is a little too old for me.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Absolute perfection is here and now, not in some future, near or far.