...there is power in self-sacrifice.

Is there any other way to Erudite headquarters?" I say. "Not that I now of," says Cara. "Unless you want to jump from one roof to another." She laughs a little as she says it, like it's a joke. I raise my eyebrows at her. "Wait," she says. "You aren't considering---?

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.

I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.