Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

I close my eyes. I don't expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.

Oh for god's sake. I'll just carry you.

Every question that can be answered must beanswered or at least engaged. Illogical thought processes must bechallenged when they arise.Wrong answers must be corrected.Correct answers must be affirmed. —From the Erudite faction manifesto

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

It's strange to see people you don't know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks

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