There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand

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?

Olivia, " he sighed as he held her tight against him. "I like the way you leap."For once her laughter was free and easy. "And I like the way you catch me when I land.

Everything in the world is potentially yours. Don't limit yourself to your own means

If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.

The reason the U.S. lags so badly is that we have obsolete rules that favor big over small, supply over efficiency, and incumbents over new market entrants.

You know the bad thing about being a survivor... You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.

The worst thing that can happen to a man is to succeed before he is ready.

The length and breath of our influence on others are directly related to the depth of our concern for them.

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.