Falling in love is very real but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then we met and everything changed the cynic has become the converted the sceptic an ardent zealot.

The acceptance of oneself is the essence of the whole moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook on life. That I feed the hungry that I forgive an insult that I love my enemy in the name of Christ -- all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least among them all the poorest of all the beggars the most impudent of all the offenders the very enemy himself -- that these are within me and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness -- that I myself am the enemy who must be loved -- what then As a rule the Christians attitude is then reversed there is no longer any question of love or long-suffering we say to the brother within us Raca and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide it from the world we refuse to admit ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves.

Whats your heart telling you to doI dont know.Maybe youre trying too hard to hear it.

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you dont. And it feels like someones cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. Were so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday too many new things we have to learn. But still no matter how much time passes no matter what takes place in the interim there are some things we can never assign to oblivion memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever like a touchstone.

It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser and easier and brighter. I used to want a great many things before and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger of desire. Now I really am satisfied because I cant think of anything better. Its just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life and finding nothing to reward me for my pains but now that I can read it properly I see that its a delightful story.

I write a lot of songs about love and I think thats because to me love seems like this huge complicated thing. But it seems like every once in a while two people get it figured out two people get it right. And so I think the rest of us we walk around daydreaming about what that might be like. To find that one great love where all of a sudden everything that seemed to be so complicated became simple. And everything that used to seem so wrong all of a sudden seemed right because you were with the person who made you feel fearless.

I regret... Tobias tilts his head and sighs. I regret my choice.What ChoiceDauntless he says. I was born Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless and becoming factionless. But I met her and... I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision.Her.

...the opposite of love is not hate -- its apathy. Its not giving a damn. If somebody hates me they must feel something ... or they couldnt possibly hate. Therefore theres some way in which I can get to them.

Truth without love is brutality and love without truth is hypocrisy.