That is how it feels. Like everything between us is twisted together, friendship and love and family, so I cant tell the difference between any of them.

We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.

I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.