It's not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It's not comfortable what you do.

Some people will always fear change. But we can't indulge them.

I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be self-sufficient. There's nothing especially brave about wandering dark streets with no flashlight, but we are not supposed to need help, even from light. We are supposed to be capable of anything. I like that. Because their might come a day when there is no flashlight, there is no gun, there is no guiding hand. And I want to be ready.

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them