Dauntless Quotes

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

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.

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.

A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.

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."

Killing you is not the worst thing they can do to you," I say. "Controlling you is.

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

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

maybe here, in dauntless, bravery is the highest form of wisdom. the acknowledgement that life can and should be lived without fear

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I'll be betraying someone.

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

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.

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.

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’s 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.

I regret..." Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. "I regret my choice.""What Ch

What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

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.

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. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.

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

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

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