It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.

Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

Maybe forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and anger, and the wrong is forgotten.

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.