I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn’t some sinister force dragging me toward death. This time I know it’s my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms. And I go gladly into her embrace.

A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

I realize that the decision might be simple. It will require a great act of selflessness to choose Abnegation, or a great act of courage to choose Dauntless, and maybe just choosing one over the other will prove that I belong.

Looking at her is like waking up.

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

I brought you the truth about our city and the reason we are in it. If you aren't thanking me for it, you should at least do something about it instead of sitting here on this mess you made, pretending it's a throne!