dauntless

....I'd rather travel in Cargo-nanoships than a Bullet-train to reach my target.

Don't laugh. A girl can dream.

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt - the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it.

I regret..." Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. "I regret my choice.""What Choice?", and... I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision."

Intentions are the only thing they care about. They try to make you think they care about what you do, but they don't. They don't want you to act a certain way, they want you to think a certain way. So you're easy to understand. So you wont pose a threat to them.

I have a scar-a faint gouge in my knee from when I fell down on the sidewalk as a child. It's always seemed stupid to me that none of the pain I've experienced has left a visible mark; sometimes, without a way to prove it to myself. I began to doubt that I had lied through it at all, with the memories becoming hazy over time. I want to have some kind of reminder that while wounds heal, they don't disappear forever- I carry them everywhere, always, and that is the way of things, the way of scars.That is what this tattoo will be, for me: a scar. And it seems fitting that it should document the worst memory of pain I have.

If she's in pain now she doesn't show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

But you should know that about Dauntless- girl, guy, whatever, it doesn't matter here. What matters is what you've got in your gut.

The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.

When some women felt fear, they covered it with an iron grate of courage, I thought. Men might be dangerous, but they were very often unperceptive. If fear only rumbled through a woman__ soul and glittered through her eyes, then perhaps the man she feared would not be aware it was there at all. He might even think that she was entirely confident, dauntless. He might believe her veneer of bravery.

What did you do?_ I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. __hat did you do?_ This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter__ grip, though his hands chafe. __hat did you do?_ I scream. __ou die, I die too_ Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. __ asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.

Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

Don't hide yourself. Stand up, keep your head high and show them what you got!

I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless.

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