"You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions."

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.