I'll say it one last time: Be brave.

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

Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.

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

I am proud. It will get me into trouble someday, but today it makes me brave

Being selfless is not that different from being brave. It is when you are selfless that you are the bravest.

And he’s right to say that every faction loses something when it gains a virtue: the Dauntless, brave but cruel; the Erudite, intelligent but vain; the Amity, peaceful but passive; the Candor, honest but inconsiderate; the Abnegation, selfless but stifling.

Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.

Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.

I open the door to the fear landscape room and flip open the small black box that was in my back pocket to see the syringes inside. This is the box I have always used, padded around the needles; it is a sign of something sick inside me, or something brave.

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

I am selfish. I am brave.

And is it selfish of me to crave victory, or is it brave?

Four: Be brave Tris. The first time is always the hardest.

I do have to give it up for Sarah Palin on one account. She is brave.

I don't think that bravery is about skin. Bravery is about a willingness to show emotional need.

When you are writing, you're conjuring. It's a ritual, and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you're inviting into the room.

You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on?

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Bravery never goes out of fashion.

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.

Are we savages or what?