Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.

Trust me when I tell you, Eaton boy, that resisting is worth doing.

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

The person you became with her is worth being.

But now I’m wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, “Dauntless,” “Erudite,” “Divergent,” “Allegiant,” or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and its been played on me twice.