My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

I didn't realize until that moment that Dauntless initiation had taught me an important lesson: how to keep going.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

Out of my peripheral vision, I see Four shove the door open and walk out. Apparently this fight isn't interesting enough for him. Or maybe he's going to figure out why everything's spinning like a top, and I don't blame him; I want to know the answer too.