Best Divergent Quotes

It's Him

this is guaranteed to be one of the longest quotes, but also probably the best. ENJOYYYYY

The best way to find them is not to argue about how to search for them, or how many to send out in a search party.
It's to climb as high as possible.
I look over my shoulder to make sure no one is watching. None of them look at me, so I walk toward the Ferris wheel with light, quiet footsteps, pressing my gun to my back with one hand to keep it from making noise.
When I stare up at the Ferris wheel from the ground, my throat feels tighter. It is taller than I thought, so tall I can barely see the cars swinging at the top. The only good thing about its height is that it is built to support weight. If I climb it, it won't collapse beneath me.
My heart pumps faster. Will I really risk my life for this- to win a game the Dauntless like to play?
It's so dark I can barely see them, but when I stare at the huge, rusted supports holding the wheel in place, I see the rungs of a ladder. Each support is only as wide as my shoulders, and there are no railings to hold me in, but climbing a ladder is better than climbing the spokes of the wheel.
I grab a rung. It's rusty and thin and feels like it might crumble in my hands. I put my weight on the lowest rung to test it and jump to make sure it will hold me up. The movement hurts my ribs, and I wince.
"Tris," a low voice says behind me. I don't know why it doesn't startle me. Maybe because I am becoming Dauntless, and mental readiness is something I am supposed to develop. Maybe because his voice is so low and smooth and almost soothing. Whatever the reason, I look over my shoulder. Four stands behind me, with his gun slung across his back, just like mine.
"Yes?" I say.
"I came to find out what you think you're doing."
"I'm seeking higher ground," I say. "I don't think I'm doing anything."
I see his smile in the dark. "All right. I'm coming."
I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do- like I am too small and weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it. But if he insists on coming with me, it is probably because he doubts me.
"I'll be fine," I say.
"Undoubtedly," he replies. I don't hear the sarcasm, but I know it's there. It has to be.
I climb, and when I'm a few feet off the ground, he comes after me. He moves faster than I do, and soon his hands find the rungs that my feet leave.
"So tell me..." he says quietly as we climb. He sounds breathless. "What do you think the purpose of this exercise is? The game, I mean, not the climbing."
I stare down at the pavement. It seems far away now, but I'm not even a third of the way up. Above me is a platform, just below the center of the wheel. That's my destination. I don't even think about how I will climb back down. The breeze that brushed my cheeks earlier now pressed against my side. The higher we go, the stronger it will get. I need to be ready.
"Learning about strategy," I say. "Teamwork, maybe."
"Teamwork," he repeats. A laugh hitches in his throat. It sounds like a panicked breath.
"Maybe not," I say. "Teamwork doesn't seem to be a Dauntless priority."
The wind is stronger now. I press closer to the white support so I don't fall, but that makes it hard to climb. Below me the carousel looks small. I can barely see my team under the awning. Some of them are missing- a search party must have left.
Four says, "It's supposed to be a priority. It used to be."
But I'm not really listening, because the height is dizzying. My hands ache from holding the rungs, and my legs are shaking, but I'm not sure why. It isn't the height that scares me- the height makes me feel alive with energy, every organ and vessel and muscle in my body singing at the same pitch.
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.
My hand almost missed the next rung.
"Now tell me..." he says through a bursting breath, "what do you think learning strategy has to do with... bravery?"
The question reminds me that he is my instructor, and I am supposed to learn something from this. A cloud passes over the moon, and the light shifts across my hands.
It... it prepares you to act," I say finally. "You learn strategy so you can use it." I hear him breathing behind me, loud and fast. "Are you all right, Four?"
"Are you human, Tris? Being up this high..." He gulps for air. "It doesn't scare you at all?"
I look over my shoulder at the ground. If I fall now, I will die. But I don't think I will fall.
A gust of air presses against my left side, throwing my body weight to the right. I gasp and cling to the rungs, my balance shifting. Four's cold hand clamps around one of my hips, one of his fingers finding a strip of bare skin just under the hem of my T-shirt. He squeezes, steadying me and pushing me gently to the left, restoring my balance.
Now I can't breathe. I pause, staring at my hands, my mouth dry. I feel the ghost of where his hand was, his fingers long and narrow.
"You okay?" he asks quietly.
"Yes," I say, my voice strained.
I keep climbing, silently, until I reach the platform. Judging by the blunted ends of metal rods, it used to have railings, but it doesn't anymore. I sit down and scoot to the end of it so Four has somewhere to sit. Without thinking, I put my legs over the side. Four, however, crouched and presses his back to the metal support, breathing heavily.
"You're afraid of heights," I say. "How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?"
"I ignore my fear," he says. "When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist."
I stare at him for a second. I can't help it. To me there's a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear, as he does.
I have been staring at him too long.
"What?" he says quietly.
"Nothing."

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