Insurgent (Divergent, #2)

by Veronica Roth

Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.

“Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.”

The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

Distraction. You’re so busy worrying about the Divergent—like my mom—that you forget to worry about what the leaders are doing. It’s just a different kind of mind control.”

the value of a sacrifice lies in its necessity, not in throwing your life away!

I’m not Dauntless; I’m Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.

Sometimes I feel like I am collecting the lessons each faction has to teach me, and storing them in my mind like a guidebook for moving through the world. There is always something to learn, always something that is important to understand.

My brother chose faction over blood. There has to be a reason.

Wasn't that the motto of the system: faction before blood?

this is not what I was taught to expect of factionlessness. I was taught that it was worse than death.

They are not characterized by a particular virtue. They claim all colors, all activities, all virtues, and all flaws as their own.

I feel, as I look at him, that I am finally seeing him as he is, instead of how he is in relation to me. So how well do I really know him, if I have not seen this before?

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?