One choice can transform you!

I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

No selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodness, as it so often does with the rest of us. That kind of love may only be possible in Abnegation. I do not know.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.

I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

Don't confuse your grief with guilt.