Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.

Just because they didn’t shoot you all in the head doesn’t mean their intentions were somehow honorable. Why do you think they came here? Just to run through your hallways, knock you conscious, and leave?

I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.

You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now.

But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.