This concept could easily have gone awry. Stories about love tend to go that way sometimes. They wander into the realm of cheese and never return, which I think is a shame, because there is a way to write about romantic love without breaking out the Velveeta.

I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself … I can’t love her.

It's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.

From your results I have determined that you are one of the strongest Divergent, which I say not to compliment you but to explain my purpose. If I am to develop a simulation that cannot be thwarted by the Divergent mind, I must study the strongest Divergent mind in order to shore up all weaknesses in the technology.

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

it's not about being fearless, it's about acting in spite of fear

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.