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Non ho mai capito perchè alla gente piace tenersi per mano mentre passeggia, ma poi lui fa scivolare un dito sul mio palmo e sento scorrere un brivido sulla schiena. Ora capisco perfettamente.

no wonder you left." Yeah," i say, rolling my eyes. " It was just because of the food.

One Choice, Breaks free of his past One Choice, Embraces his future One Choice, Exposes the dangers One Choice, Changes him- forever One Choice will free him

One choice can transform you—or it can destroy you. But every choice has consequences

Quattro/Tobias a Tris: Non voglio essere una cosa sola. Io voglio essere coraggioso, altruista, intelligente, onesto e gentile.

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol.

People who get his kind of result are...She looks over her shoulder like she expects someone to appear behind her...are called...Divergent.

Siempre hay algo que se aprende, siempre se aprende algo importante

...simplicity is comforting.

Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

Stupid. Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

She can't possibly be me, though she moves when I move

The hurts from my last day with my father are healed now, but I want to remember where they were; I want to remember what I escaped for as long as I live.

the next morning, I am silly and light. Every time I push the smile from my face, it fights its way back. Eventually I stop suppressing it.

She is a woman of muscle twisted around bone.

Tell him I didn't want to leave him

That’s the funny thing about guns; even untrained hands can feel powerful using them. But take that gun away and you’re left with nothing but a coward whose only skill is how to blindly pull a trigger.

The ability to think isn't exclusive to erudite

The Amity exchange smiles. They are dressed comfortably in red or yellow. Every time I see them, they seem kind, loving, free.

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.

Tris!” Four calls out. Will and I exchange a look, half surprise and half apprehension. Four pulls away from the railing and walks up to me. Ahead of us, Al and Christina stop running, and Christina slides to the ground. I don’t blame them for staring. There are four of us, and Four is only talking to me. “You look different.” His words, normally crisp, are now sluggish. “So do you,” I say. And he does—he looks more relaxed, younger. “What are you doing?” “Flirting with death,” he replies with a laugh. “Drinking near the chasm. Probably not a good idea.” “No, it isn’t.” I’m not sure I like Four this way. There’s something unsettling about it. “Didn’t know you had a tattoo,” he says, looking at my collarbone. He sips the bottle. His breath smells thick and sharp. Like the factionless man’s breath. “Right. The crows,” he says. He glances over his shoulder at his friends, who are carrying on without him, unlike mine. He adds, “I’d ask you to hang out with us, but you’re not supposed to see me this way.” I am tempted to ask him why he wants me to hang out with him, but I suspect the answer has something to do with the bottle in his hand. “What way?” I ask. “Drunk?” “Yeah...well, no.” His voice softens. “Real, I guess.” “I’ll pretend I didn’t.” “Nice of you.” He puts his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.” His words surprise me, and my heart leaps. I wish it didn’t, because judging by the way his eyes slide over mine, he has no idea what he’s saying. I laugh. “Do me a favor and stay away from the chasm, okay?” “Of course.” He winks at me.

Una elección... que delimita quiénes son tus amigos. Una elección... que define tus creencias. Una elección... Que delimita tus lealtades... Para siempre Una sola elección puede transformarte.

...we have something they want. Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places. We should be thankful that we know better.

They're damaged, after all.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

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.

with the police doing all the killing, who do we call when our hero's are the villain

Yeah. Good.” I clear my throat. “So, this plan. It’s kind of stupid, right?” “It’s not ... stupid.” “Oh, come on. Trusting Marcus is stupid. Trying to get past the Dauntless at the fence is stupid. Going against the Dauntless and factionless is stupid. All three combined is ... a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.” “Unfortunately it’s also the best plan we have,” she points out. “If we want everyone to know the truth.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in courage that drives us to stand up for one another.

You're desperate, and so am I,' I said. 'Desperate people make stupid decisions all the time.'" P244

An open society calls itself open to improvement. It is based on the recognition that people have divergent views and interests, and that nobody is in possession of the ultimate truth.

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.

A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.

You know, the kind of person who gets this tattoo is probably the kind that should keep it very quiet," she says, looking at me from the corner of her eye. "Or else someone will start thinking they're Divergent.

But now I’m wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, “Dauntless,” “Erudite,” “Divergent,” “Allegiant,” or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.

As the networks evolve, so do my opinions toward them, and my divergent feelings bring out conflicting points of view. In advance, I apologize to those who expect a consistent position from me.

At 78 years old, I am not surprised at much anymore. Germany has taken divergent positions before, so has France, so has England, so has the US.

Because there might come a day when there is no flashlight, there is no gun, there is no guiding hand. And I want to be ready for it." (divergent pg.138)

Discussing a problem with yourself is almost never a good way to secure a divergent viewpoint.

Cloud computing is actually a spectrum of things complementing one another and building on a foundation of sharing. Inherent dualities in the cloud computing phenomenon are spawning divergent strategies for cloud computing success. The public cloud, hybrid clouds, and private clouds now dot the landscape of IT based solutions. Because of that, the basic issues have moved from 'what is cloud' to 'how will cloud projects evolve'.

If you are well-mannered towards those whose views are similar to yours, you may be said to exhibit a fairly good character. But, if you behave properly wit those holding divergent views from you or who criticize you, then you deserve to be credited with having an excellent character. (p. 99)

Human reason can excuse any evil.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

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

I have a message for the Divergent" I am Divergent. "This is not a negotiation" No, it is not. "It is a warning" I understand. "Every two days until one of you delivers yourself to Erudite headquarters . . ." I will. " . . . this will happen again" It will never happen again.

I know more than anyone the divergent views about my father. I want to be judged on my own merits.

Indeed, the "whole bourgeoisie" on whose behalf the government was acting as its "committee" was a composite of a vast multitude of businessmen appearing as a conglomeration of many different and divergent groups and interests.

Iraq... has also had contacts with al-Qaida. Their ties may be limited by divergent ideologies, but the two sides' mutual antipathy toward the United States and the Saudi royal family suggests that tactical cooperation between them is possible.