Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

You're the one who has to live with your choice, everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.

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

"I'll be your family now," he says. "I love you," I say. He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response. He frowns at me. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say, "I love you."

All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dull and empty life, but he is at least a whole person, not this fragment of a person that I am, too damaged by pain to become anything useful.