Цитаты из книги Дивергент

Думаю, что мы плачем, чтобы выпустить на свободу животную природу, не переставая быть людьми.

Иногда смех или плач - единственное, что нам остается, и смех сейчас как-то уместнее.

“Moths," repeats Will. "You're afraid of moths?" "Not just a cloud of moths," she says, "like...a swarm of them. Everywhere. All those wings and legs and..." She shudders and shakes her head. "Terrifying," Will says with mock seriousness. "That's my girl. Tough as cotton balls."

I know what those questions are: excuses. Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it's so important that we don't rely on it.

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them, she says. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

- Хочешь сделать татуировку? - спрашивает она. - Да, - отвечаю я. - Три такие птицы. Я касаюсь ключицы, отмечая их полёт... к сердцу. По одной для каждого члена семьи, которого я оставила позди.

Жить без фракции - значит не просто жить в нищете и убожестве, это значит быть отвергнутым обществом, лишенным самого главного в жизни: коллектива.

Abnegation has fulfilled our need for selfless leaders in government; Candor has provided us with trustworthy and sound leaders in law; Erudite has supplied us with intelligent teachers and researchers; Amity has given us understanding counselors and caretakers; and Dauntless provides us with protection from threats both within and without.... In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life.

"I think we've made a mistake," Four says softly. "We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest."

Half of bravery is perspective. The first time I did this, it was one of the hardest things I had ever done. Now, [it's] nothing, because I have done more difficult things in the past few weeks than most people will in a lifetime.

The first is that bravery and selflessness are often the same thing.

My father says - used to say - that there is power in self-sacrifice.

For a second I feel like everything inside me is breaking, and I crouch by a body, breathing through my mouth so I don't smell the blood. I slamp my hand over my mouth to contain a sob. Five more seconds. Five more seconds of weakness and than I get up. One, two. Three, four. Five.

Eventually Tobias picks me up, because I am dead on my feet, and I lean my head into his shoulder, taking deep breaths of his skin. Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focused on it, I feel safe now.

Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesistation, and without appearing to consider another option.

“Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it’s not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way.” She touches my uninjured shoulder and smiles. “But our minds move in a dozen different directions. We can’t be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can’t be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.”

When the dormitory door closes behind me, I touch a hand to my forehead and grin a little. Awkwardness aside, it is nice to be liked.

“And don’t pay attention to Christina. Your face doesn’t look that bad.” He smiles a little. “I mean, it looks good. It always looks good. I mean—you look brave. Dauntless.”

His eyes skirt mine, and he scratches the back of his head. The silence seems to grow between us. It was a nice thing to say, but he acts like it meant more than just the words. I hope I am wrong.