We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up
Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.
Who cares about pretty? I'm going for noticeable.
A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.
If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.
He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
But maybe what I saw as fearless was actually fear under control.
I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.
I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
You chose us. Now we have to choose you.
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
Yield not thy neck To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
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