It's not cruelty, maybe, but a desire to understand that motivates them.

Suicide to them is an act of selfishness. Someone who is truly selfless does not think of himself often enough to desire death.

Just as I have insisted on his worth, he has always insisted on my strength, insisted that my capacity is greater than I believe. And I know, without being told, that's what love does, when it's right-it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be. This is right.

I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

The official strategy is defensive pessimism, always.

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.