Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.— Veronica Roth
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Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
I'm not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.
Change, like healing, takes time.
His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.
Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially
I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind. "THAT'S why you like me!" I exclaim. "Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.
"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."
Why is your heart racing Tris?
I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.
Your daughter is doing well here. I've been overseeing her training." Since when does "overseeing" include throwing knives at me and scolding me at every opportunity?
Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic." "That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-
You're too important to just... die.
It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.
Some things are hard to let go of.
The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
What makes you different, makes you dangerous.
...there is power in self-sacrifice.
Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
I look older. Maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that I wear all that has happened like a mask. Either way, I always thought I would be happy when I stopped looking like a child. But all I feel is a lump in my throat. I am no longer the daughter my parents knew. They will never know me as I am now.
We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs.
I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.
Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.
There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.
Those who blamed aggression formed Amity.
’… ‘Those who blamed ignorance became the Erudite.’… ‘Those who blamed duplicity created Candor.’… ‘Those who blamed selfishness made Abnegation.’… ‘And those who blamed cowardice were the Dauntless.
Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up
Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
I only came for Cake" -Tobias Eaton, Divergent
I realize that the decision might be simple.
It will require a great act of selflessness to choose Abnegation, or a great act of courage to choose Dauntless, and maybe just choosing one over the other will prove that I belong.
My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
Who cares about pretty? I'm going for noticeable.
I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.
Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
I have never had parents who set good examples, parents whose expectations were worth living up to, but she did. I can see them within her, the courage and the beauty they pressed into her like a handprint.
Maybe it's a little depressing to think that my vision of a perfect world is actually so messed up, but I think it means that I don't really understand what 'perfect' is.
When I look at the Abnegation lifestyle as an outsider, I think it’s beautiful. When I watch my family move in harmony; when we go to dinner parties and everyone cleans together afterward without having to be asked; when I see Caleb help strangers carry their groceries, I fall in love with this life all over again.
I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.
And he’s right to say that every faction loses something when it gains a virtue: the Dauntless, brave but cruel; the Erudite, intelligent but vain; the Amity, peaceful but passive; the Candor, honest but inconsiderate; the Abnegation, selfless but stifling.
What is wrong with you?' I shake my head.
'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.
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
I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
Did you ever meet someone named Caleb?" I say.
'Caleb," Fernando says. "Yes, there was a Caleb in my initiate class. Brilliant, but he was... what's the colloquial term for it? A suck-up." he smirks.
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
A Dauntless Ferris wheel wouldn’t have cars.
You would just hang on tight with your hands, and good luck to you.
To me, 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.
That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you." "I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.