Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked about it.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.

You don’t always have to smack people in the face with how strong you are

Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.

I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.

You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?' 'I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.