Tris Quotes

He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.

We can’t just act without thinking anymore, Tris. They’ve been trying to teach as that all along. I guess if we’re mages, we can’t exactly be kids, can we? – Sandry after the pirate attack

You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl.” I roll my eyes. “Not claustrophobic people, Tris.

For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.

What’s your name? Um… Think about it. You don’t get to pick again. Tris.

I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind. “THAT’S why you like me!” I exclaim. “Because you’re not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.

My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy “faction before blood.” Blood before faction–no, love before faction, always. – Tris Prior

Tris: Wait. So you have no idea what my aptitude is? Tori: Yes and No. My conclusion is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are..are called…Divergent.

I am a naturally curious person. -Tris

It would be useless for any player to attempt to explain successful batting.

If you put a baseball and other toys in front of a baby, he’ll pick up a baseball in preference to the others.

Tris,” Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow. There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, “Beatrice.” He laughs weakly. “Beatrice,” he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.

It’s then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.

Ishabal: “If you may correct your vision as you like, why do you wear spectacles?” Tris: “Because I like them. Because I have better things to do with my magic than fixing my vision when ordinary glass will do.

My Tris should look pale and small–she is pale and small, after all–but instead the room is full of her.

Not all nine-fingered girls have hatchets, she said in Tradertalk. Some of us just tried to have a conversation with a snapping turtle. (Sandry to Daja, referring to her conversation with Tris.)

Tris,” said tobias. “I love you

We’ve all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don’t want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.” He clears his throat. “I continually struggle with kindness.

I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family. And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior

Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide – they injure each other in the same way.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

You nearly died today,’ he says. ‘I almost shot you. Why didn’t you shoot me, Tris?’ ‘I couldn’t do that,’ I say. ‘It would have been like shooting myself.’ He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks.

Tris: “I was reading.” Sandry: “You’re always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt.” Tris: “Then maybe they shouldn’t talk to me.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?’ A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. ‘Only … partially

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’ ‘What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’ Slowly I nod.

Peter leans forward and looks into my eyes. “The serum will go into effect in one minute,” he says. “Be brave, Tris.” My heart begins to race. Why would Peter tell me to be brave? Why would he offer any kind words at all?

The American boy starts swinging the bat about as soon as he can lift one.

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

You promised you wouldn’t tell her,” she says, pointing at me. “What happened to protecting her?” “I changed my mind,” I say. Tris laughs, harshly,”That’s what you told him, that he would be protecting me? That’s a pretty skillful manipulation. Well done.

“I’ll be your family now,” he says. “I love you,” I say. He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response. He frowns at me. “Say it again.” “Tobias,” I say, “I love you.”

That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

So this is where you grew up. Did you like it here? I guess you couldn’t have, if you wanted to leave.’ CHRISTINA ‘I liked some things and hated some things. And there were some things I didn’t know I had until I lost them.’ TRIS

You always look like someone’s sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris

Independent and uninvolved. Must be nice. -Tris

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. “Are you here to help or what, Stiff?” I say.

Luck is the great stabilizer in baseball.

I love you.” He frowns. “Say it again.” “Tobias,” I say. “I love you.

Lynn smacks Uriah hard in the back of the head, Christina says, “Hey Tris!” and Uriah cries, “Ow! How on earth do you make a pillow hurt, Lynn?” “My exceptional strength,” she says.

Relax Beatrice, I’ve driven a car before.’ MARCUS ‘I’ve done a lot of things before, but that doesn’t mean I’m any good at them!’ TRIS