I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

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

I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.

I catch myself thinking 'Thank God For This' out of habit, and then I understand what he's so concerned about. What if my parents' God, their whole belief system, is just something concocted by a bunch of scientists to keep us under control? And not just their beliefs about God and whatever else is out there, about right and wrong, about selfishness?

I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?