“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.”

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.

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

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.

I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I’ve ever known is coming apart.

I wasn’t really able to love someone but I couldn’t help but want to be loved.

Someone who has acted carelessly, But later becomes careful and attentive, Is as beautiful as the bright moon emerging from the clouds.

I often say to my assistants, “Never trust anybody,” but what I mean is that you should never trust someone else to do a job exactly the way you would want it done.

If I ever fall in love again, I would like it if it were a slightly cold guy.

If you ever needed to ruin someone’s fun, I mean really poop a party, just move things to the workplace. Fun terminated.

The master held up a glass and said: Someone gave me this glass; It holds my water admirably and it glistens in the sunlight.

Certainly the details of our life are unique. Spending time thinking of how I am different from someone else, however, does not tend to be very productive.

If it’s putting on a great dance record and rocking out in your apartment, do it. If kissing someone for 10 minutes makes you feel confident, do it.