Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

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?

Serious history was the West, and the West was white.

Better be wrong to a stranger than be wrong to your husband - Treacherous Desires Book

Marriage equality - I think that it's a constitutionally guaranteed right. Let's end the drug wars. Let's balance the federal budget, and that means reforming the entitlements - Medicaid, Medicare.

We're really trying to give people the ability to go into a darkened room and have a couple hours of just pure enjoyment.

Music is a potent energy force.

God isn't keeping a record of each time we fall, but He is excited about our progress, and we should be excited, too!

It seems to me that the basic plot of all historical novels is a romance swept aside by history.

A lot of the time when people get married in the infatuation, it will go down. That is inevitable. The infatuation stage will not last forever.

Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.

You know, you're a classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of the mouth and the size of the brain.