Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other

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?

Sesungguhnya, penulis yang bersemangat jauh lebih menjanjikan daripada penulis yang berbakat.

what is ceremonious and curious and commonplace will be legendary.

I'm a big believer in that old cliché of thinking globally and acting locally.

You learn a lot about acting and being physical and being on stage, but there is technical stuff on camera that you can't learn until you do it.

Those who tell you it's tough at the top have never been at the bottom.

There was often a great deal of grown-up fuss that seemed disproportionate to causes.

A young lady is a female child who has just done something dreadful.

Because I'm so much in the spotlight, people lose sight of why I'm in the industry. In fact, I'm doing all this because I love to act. I love to perform, to sing.

Where to start is the problem, because nothing begins when it begins and nothing's over when it's over, and everything needs a preface: a preface, a postscript, a chart of simultaneous events.

Every conversation is a form of Jazz. The activity of instantaneous creation is as ordinary to us as breathing.