I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say.
“No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked
about it.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

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

Come on,'he says.' I have something else to show you.