All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

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.

Loving-kindness challenges those states that tend to arise when we think of ourselves as isolated from everyone else—fear, a sense of deficiency, alienation, loneliness.

If you can lead yourself when nobody is following, people will follow when you are not leading

When you say that you agree to a thing in principle you mean that you have not the slightest intention of carrying it out.

Frontline love. It is our one hope for breaking down barriers and for restoring the sense of community, of caring for one another, that our decadent, impersonalized culture has sucked out of us.

Quite frankly, we have seen liberal policies in cities like Chicago, like New York and others, have led to increased crime.

Sometimes, you have to surrender before you win.

I don't think Hamlet is mad, nor is he predisposed to be a gloomy or tragic figure.

My mother saw a movie when she was 14 years old. I forget the name of the movie, but one of the lead characters was named Lark. She decided then she would name me and she stuck to it, and here I am.

No woman should say, "I am but a woman!" But a woman! What more can you ask to be?

Truth may be unattainable, but honesty is not.