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.

Every tattoo I got with them is a mark of their friendship, and almost every time I have laughed in this dark place was because of them. I don’t want to lose them. But I feel like I have already.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?" "Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.

I’d rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction.

Instead I just let the silence stretch out between us. It's the only adequate response to what he just told me, the only that does the tragedy any justice instead of patching it hastily and moving on.

The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.