Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.

Blood is a strange color. It's darker than you expect it to be.

I know some things--I know that I'm not alone, that I have friends, that I'm in love. I know that I don't want to die, and for me that's something--more than I could have said a few weeks ago.

She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

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

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.