We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
VERONICA ROTHHow have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
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Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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You won,” Four mutters. “Stop.” I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed.
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I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.
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Nature is neutral. Nature doesn’t care how much money a person makes.
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My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
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Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
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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.
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I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
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My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet.
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I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I’ve done, but I’m sure my list would never be complete.
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I am a naturally curious person. -Tris
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Sorry, am I being rude?” she asks. “I’m used to saying whatever is on my mind.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
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