Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.

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?

Was it possible to do both, to contribute to the world while merely observing it? To be content in the moment, but plan for the future? Could you follow your heart without losing all common sense?

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

Painting can be like poetry but as somebody who creates both I feel the necessity for both so they cant be that similar. Sometimes I think it's as basic as not wanting to get dirty.

There's no judgment on bands that continue on who aren't popular; some people get enjoyment out of it. I'm just not one of those people. I wanted attention.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

"Dream big, work hard." My parents brought up Kylie [Jenner] and me to be workaholics. That's something I really appreciate.

In fact, Capitalism has a vested interest in creating new wants and making people unhappy until they acquire the next good.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

We want to have a spontaneous adventure. You can't plan an adventure, or it ceases to be one.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull.