He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

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

Whoa there, Tobias," says the man to my left. "Weren't you raised a Stiff? I thought the most you people did was... graze hands or something." "Then how do you explain all the Abnegation children?" Tobias raises his eyebrows. "They are brought into being by sheer force of will," the woman on the arm of the chair interjects. "Didn't you know that, Tobias?" "No, I wasn't aware." He grins. "My apologies.

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

Living without virtues is to live divorced from society, seperated from the most important thing in life, community.