Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, it's facing the death you know is coming.

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.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.

I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.

People have a hunger to experience the spectacular, but the Lord is supernatural.

Consistency for me is everything.

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

I'm something that I used to be. I'm never where I feel I am, and if I seek myself, I don't know who's seeking me. My boredom with everything has numbed me. I feel banished from my soul.

It's such sport with these heroes of finance: they are like beads on a string — when one slips off, all the rest follow.

If I am going to be the future bloody Queen of England I'm going to wear that dress once because I'm giving up the rest of my life, all of my privacy. At least I can get a new dress every day!

I think I should be on the main stage. I don't think I'm an undercard candidate. I think the others should drop out.

No one can help an alcoholic or addict until he or she is ready to try to get better.

I'm a terrible dancer. The worst.

Time clocks rob the world of wild possibility. That's what they're for.