Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
(...) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.
If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
If someone offers you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it. I know that without having learned it from anyone.
The division is based on knowledge, based on qualifications - but as I learned from the factionless, a system that relies on a group of uneducated people to do its dirty work without giving them a way to rise is hardly fair.
Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
I like to hurt people too. I can make the cruelest choice. The difference is, sometimes I don't, and you always do, and that makes you evil.
I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family. And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior
People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
I wonder if that fear still creeps up on her now though she worked so hard to face it—I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.
Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.
When someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing - the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.
I have been able to be kind and pleasant to him because every time I think of what happened in Erudite headquarters, I immediately push the thought aside. But that can't be forgiveness - if I had forgiven him, I would be able to think of what happene...
I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.
But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt." We stay in the silence and the loneliness of the otherwise empty dormitory for a few more minutes, and I try to let her words work themselves in...
