Trust me when I tell you, Eaton boy, that resisting is worth doing.

I get up, because I’m supposed to, but if it were up to me, I’d stay in my seat for the rest of time.

I expect to weave through the crowd, dodging elbows and muttering "excuse me" the way I always do, but there is no need. Becoming Dauntless has made me noticable.

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?

Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.

It is more important for you to be safe than right, for the time being. Understand? (...) But please, when you see an opportunity...ruin them