Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’ ‘What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’ Slowly I nod.

She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.

I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

Oh, are we at the insult part of the breakup?" she says. "Because I got in a lot of practice after what happened with Will. I have several choice things to say about her nose.