Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up

I wonder if that fear still creeps up on her now though she worked so hard to face it—I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

I feel uneasy. It's not often that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest parts of someone. It's not comfortable when you do.