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

A sob racks my body again, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I find it difficult to breathe, but it doesn't matter. My dignified weeping gives way to full-on ugliness, my mouth open and my face contorted and sounds like a dying animal coming from my throat. If this continues I will break apart, and maybe that would be better, maybe it would be better to shatter and bear nothing.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris

About when to let others sacrifice themselves for you, even if its selfish. They say that if the sacrifice is the ultimate way for that person to show you that they love you, let them do it.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt

Don't you dare try to apologize." His voice shakes. "This is not something you can bandage with a word or two and some hugging, or something.