Who Cares About Everyone? What About Me?

Sleep,” He Says. “i'll Fight The Bad Dreams Off If They Come To Get You.” “with What?” “my Bare Hands, Obviously.

Everything Inside Me Screams For Just One More Kiss, One More Word, One More Glance, One More.

I'm Divergent. And I Can't Be Controlled.

It's Strange How Time Can Make A Place Shrink, Make Its Strangeness Ordinary.

Being Selfless Is Not That Different From Being Brave. It Is When You Are Selfless That You Are The Bravest.