I look out the window again, taking slow, deep breaths into a body too tense to move. And as I stare out at the land, I think that this, if nothing else, is compelling evidence for my parents’ God, that our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel. -Tris Prior

Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.

Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias

Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy “faction before blood.” Blood before faction--no, love before faction, always. - Tris Prior