Few people who are born into Abnegation choose to leave it. When they do, we remember.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

I think it's a human tendency that's been around for a while to try to be as good as possible to prove your worth.

I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now.