Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

Change, like healing, takes time.

Faction before blood.

The reason the factions were evil is because there was no way out of them. They gave us the illusion of choice without actually giving us a choice.

Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.