You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Tris: Wait. So you have no idea what my aptitude is? Tori: Yes and No. My conclusion is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are..are called...Divergent.

The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy. 'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?