Leave her out of this” “Why? Because you‘re doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don’t do that sort of thing

Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.

In ‘Insurgent’ we realise how large the world really is

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

“You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”

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.

If you have ever been called defiant, incorrigible, forward, cunning, insurgent, unruly, rebellious, you’re on the right track.

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.

We’re all right, you know,’ he says quietly. ‘You and me. Okay?’ My chest aches, and I nod. ‘Nothing else is all right.’ His whisper tickles my cheek. ‘But we are.

I just think it would be unrealistic to suggest we’re going to eliminate every last domestic insurgent in Afghanistan. Certainly, the history of the country would indicate that’s not a very realistic objective, and I think we have to have realistic objectives.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

The truth has a way of changing people‘s plans.

May the peace of God be with you,” she says, her voice low, “even in the midst of trouble.” “Why would it?” I say softly, so no one else can hear. “After all I’ve done…” “It isn’t about you,” she says. “It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

I was an insurgent. I was, you know, an outsider. And I’m not sure that I’m not better being an outsider.

Capturing any member of any terrorist cell or any insurgent cell that we may happen to come across is always very, very valuable, and the thing that interests me is that in most instances after a time people talk and they tell us what they know.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

Jeanine claims you’re all dangerous Insurgents.

Rejection would be a disaster for the U.S., but ratification alone will not end our problems in Iraq. Even if the constitution is ratified, the insurgents are not going to lay down their arms.

When you review the Central American wars or other Latin American wars, you find that there were dictators and there were insurgents.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

Who cares about everyone? What about me?

What’s this about flashing underwear?” says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. “Whatever it is, I’m in.

The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

We had one moment in history where we were disseminating what we now call the Islamic State. That’s when we finally cut the deal with the insurgents.

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.

I was the hero of the young insurgent working class art movement.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war… and took your makeup bag with you?” “Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.

“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.”

It is the fault of the United States that these terrible people, these insurgents and terrorists are out there. They are the ones that we ought to be focusing our energy on defeating and not just wring our hands about the fact that it’s going to be difficult.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

I’m not Dauntless – I’m Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.

We have a strong and vital role to play in Iraq, and we certainly cannot leave a vacuum for the insurgents to take over. We are engaged in a conflict from which America cannot afford to cut and run. We must be steadfast in this endeavor, upon which depends not only our future but that of the entire modern world.

One choice can transform you!

I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

Really, running an underdog, insurgent political campaign against an opponent many folks think cant be beat, and going out and meeting folks and talking about your ideas for America and Washington, is a lot of fun and a real privilege.

You can’t succeed in beating the insurgents unless you can convince the people that they can be protected.

What do you think they’re going to do to us when they find us guilty?” she says after a few minutes of silence have passed. “Honestly?” “Does now seem like the time for honesty?” I look at her from the corner of my eye. “I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

No. Because it’s so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?” “And a half,” he says.

Insurgent, he says. Noun. A person who acts in opposition to the established authority, who is not necessarily regarded as a belligerent.

It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

The gentleman holds justice to be of highest importance. If a gentleman has courage but neglects justice, he becomes insurgent. If an inferior man has courage but neglects justice, he becomes a thief.

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

Killing you is not the worst thing they can do to you,” I say. “Controlling you is.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

We cleared many of their towns and cities and rural areas of al-Qaida Iraq and other insurgents.

I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.

Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.

In religion, it is not the sycophants or those who cling most faithfully to the status quo who are ultimately praised. It is the insurgents.

The Iraqis who have risen up against the occupation are not ‘insurgents’ or ‘terrorists’ or ‘The Enemy.’ They are the REVOLUTION, the Minutemen, and their numbers will grow – and they will win.

Most commonly revolt is born of material circumstances; but insurrection is always a moral phenomenon. Revolt is Masaniello, who led the Neapolitan insurgents in 1647; but insurrection is Spartacus. Insurrection is a thing of the spirit, revolt is a thing of the stomach.

“What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl.
I throw myself toward him.
“What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too. I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”

I don’t think there Is a way politically to beat “Insurgent Movement Of Populism“.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

I think the Bashar Assad regime is on a roll. I think it’s got the backing of Russia and Iran and Hezbollah. And it’s hard to see who is going to stand in their way in this steady fight against the insurgents.

Insurgents have capitalized on popular resentment and anger towards the United States and the Iraqi government to build their own political, financial and military support, and the faith of Iraqi citizens in their new government has been severely undermined.

One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.