I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

it's not about being fearless, it's about acting in spite of fear

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

It would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to each person working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.