Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

Resisting is worth doing.

I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be self-sufficient.

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt -- the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it, not even Tobias. Maybe I should not be so afraid of saying anything, because honesty will make me feel lighter.

That's the first time I've ever said those words out loud, and now I hear how strange they are. How many young men fear that there is a monster instead them? People are supposed to fear others, not themselves.

Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.

Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice.