I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

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".

It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

We don't need you as an ally. We're Dauntless. -Tori

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-