“Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.”

There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.

The truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.

Knowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.

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.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.

I don’t want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.

I’ll say it one last time: Be brave.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family.

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.

My mother told me once that we can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to.

A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.

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.

I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

Not a tenth of us who are in business are doing as well as we could if we merely followed the principles that were known to our grandfathers.

I love Britain. It really worries me, the prospect of Ed Miliband propped up by Nicola Sturgeon and the SNP and what that could do to our country. It’s absolutely right that we highlight to voters that potential risk.

Music was the one thing that was just mine, and no one could take it from me. I created it, dictated it, and it made me not able to let go of it.

Before God could bring me to this place He has broken me a thousand times.

Complaining is the absolute worst possible thing you could do for your health or your wealth. The worst!

If I could spit out a litter of kids, I would.

If I could pass along anything that my mother or my sisters taught me, I feel like my kids would be very well off.