I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

I’d rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction.

My first instinct is to push you until you break just to see how hard I have to press.

It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

What irritates me most about him is his natural goodness, his inborn selflessness.

It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.