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.
VERONICA ROTHThere are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. ‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.
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I’m sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what’s wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.
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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.
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Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.
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We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
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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.
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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.
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Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
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There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand
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It’s strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.
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What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.
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Reading is such a huge part of my life.
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I also don’t believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions…I don’t believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all.
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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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Without a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
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