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?

You're too important to just... die.

Her wounds brought her a great source of power because they lived in the same place as her heart.

My theory is, independent movies only work if you're willing to push the material and do something different.

In life one cannot eat his cake and have it, too; he must make his choice and then do the best he can to be content to go the way his judgment leads.

If the government or the parties won't address our needs, we will. It's about direct action, even civil disobedience.

The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.

Everybody is looking for instant success, but it doesn't work that way. You build a successful life one day at a time.

It's just like magic. When you live by yourself, all your annoying habits are gone!.

With a limited palette, the older painters could do just as well as today what they did was sounder.

the desire to enforce our own moral and spiritual criteria upon posterity is quite as strong as the desire to enforce them upon contemporaries.

Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.