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Tris," said tobias. "I love you

This is what I wanted most to avoid: for my rises and falls to become Tobias's rises and falls. That's why I can't let him step in to defend me now.

Behind her, the door to the stairwell opens, and Tobias steps out with Marcus and Caleb behind him, almost unnoticed. Almost, except I notice him, because I have trained myself to notice him.

Did you just make a joke, Tris? We should have you on painkillers more often if your going to start cracking jokes.

But there is something appealing about it here too, a freedom, a refusal to belong to theses arbitrary categories we've made for ourselves.

Christina and I don't speak, but I know our thoughts are the same, fixed on Uriah, on his last breaths.

Elfangor laughed in my mind. "Victory without sacrifice? You know better than that." "You don't have to give up your principles to win. Isn't there always an alternative to sacrifice if you just keep your mind clear, and step back, and see it, and..." "You know better than that.

Él me besa de nuevo, y esta vez, se siente familiar. Sé exactamente cómo encajamos juntos, su brazo alrededor de mi cintura, mis manos en su pecho, la presión de sus labios sobre los míos. Nos tenemos memorizados el uno al otro.

Elfangor laughed in my mind. "You don't have to give up your principles to win. Isn't there always an alternative to sacrifice if you just keep your mind clear, and step back, and see it, and..."

Fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up. - Four/Tobias

I don't hate anybody," Tobias said calmly. "It's strange, but right now, I don't even hate the Yeerks. It's like, they're trying to survive. And we're trying to survive. I'm not really sure why it has to be an either-or thing.

Her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

I do not get to choose what she becomes just because I can't deal with who she is.

I don't know how long it takes for me to realize it isn't going to happen, that she is gone. But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and i fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to and everything inside me screams for one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

I don’t know how long it takes for me to realize that isn’t going to happen, that she is gone. But when I do I feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

And when we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.

He glanced from side to side, searching for an answer, but all he found was ash.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. His breaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. He smells like wind and sweat and soap, like Tobias and like safety.

... how often is it possible to see the big picture, really?" Rachel said. "Things happen fast. You just have to make the best decision you can and then go for it.... With me, it's about instinct. I knew we had to dig that tunnel. Turns out, I was right, but for the wrong reasons.

I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.

I don’t know how long i tis before we get cold again, and huddle under the blanket together. -It’s getting more difficult to be wise. – He says,laughing into my ear. I smile at him. – I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.

I find my anger ebbing away, and I'm lost in muffled grief again, this time not just for Tris, but for Uriah, whose smile is burned into my memory. My friend's brother, and then my friend, too, though not for long enough to let his humor work its way into me, not for long enough.

I'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent

I just wanted to thank you," he says, his voice low. "A group of scientists told you that my genes were damaged, that there was something wrong with me - they showed you test results that proved it. And I even started to believe it." He touches my face, his thumb skimming my cheekbone, and his eyes on mine, intense and insistent. "You never believed it," he says. "Not for a second. You always insisted that I was... I don't know, whole." I cover his hand with my own. "Well, you are." "No one has ever told me that before," he says softly. "It's what you deserve to hear," I say firmly, my eyes going cloudy with tears. "That you're whole, that you're worth loving, that you're the best person I've ever known.

I'll only go if there's cake. ~Tobias "Four

It’s getting more difficult to be wise,” he says, laughing into my ear. I smile at him. “I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.

I need to deny them the power to control me. I need to know I am stronger than they are.

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt." We stay in the silence and the loneliness of the otherwise empty dormitory for a few more minutes, and I try to let her words work themselves into me.

Simulation Tobias kisses my neck. I try to think. I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening. I look Simulation Tobias in the eye and say sternly, “I am not going to sleep with you in a hallucination. Okay?” Then I grab him by his shoulders and turn us around, pushing him against the bedpost. I feel something other than fear—a prickle in my stomach, a bubble of laughter. I press against him and kiss him, my hands wrapping around his arms. He feels strong. He feels…good. And he’s gone. I laugh into my hand until my face gets hot. I must be the only initiate with this fear.

Panic and terror aren't the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.

The tiles in the Merciless Mart are always black and white, and here they are in a checkered pattern. If I unfocus my eyes, I see exactly what the Candor don’t believe in—gray.

The night air slips into my lungs, and I feel like it is one of my first breaths.

We're sorry for frightening you, Tris,' another voice says, 'but anonymity is integral to our operation. We mean you no harm.' 'Let go of me then!' I say, almost growling. All the hands holding me on the wall fall away. 'Who are you?' I demand. 'We are the Alliegiant,' the voice replies. 'And we are many, yet we are no one....' I can't help it: I laugh.

You could just do the work, you know,' I say. 'You could make better decisions, make a better life.' 'Yeah, I could,' he says. 'But I won't. We both know that.' I do know that. I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten. He is afraid that he will not be able to put in that work, that he will squander those days, and that they will leave him worse off than he is now. And I understand that feeling - I understand being afraid of yourself.

I love you." He frowns. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say. "I love you.

You think my first instinct is to protect you because you are small or a girl or a stiff, but you are wrong. My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press... but I resist it, because fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up. I've seen it... it's fascinating.

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

I came here so that no one else would die. I came here to protect as many people as I could. And I care more about Tobias's safety than anyone else's. So why am I here, if he's here? What's the point?

I only came for Cake" -Tobias Eaton, Divergent