We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.

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?

The darkness of sin is a cords of deceit.

Perfectionists are neurotic people. The world is perfectly beautiful in its imperfection.

Most Russians don't care whether they are ruled by fascists or communists or even Martians as long as they can buy six kinds of sausage in the store and lots of cheap vodka.

I'm not going to miss wearing the braces very much.

I like women, especially beautiful ones. If they have a good face and figure, I would much prefer to watch them being murdered than an ugly girl or man.

The body comes and goes. This life, my friend, will come and go. It is a fleeting moment, an impulse in an eternal reality.

Since we live in an age of innovation, a practical education must prepare a man for work that does not yet exist and cannot yet be clearly defined.

Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.

My kids are Irish; I want them to grow up playing Gaelic football and learning Irish.

Never stop writing because you have run out of ideas. Fill the lacunae of inspiration by tidily copying out what is already written.