Quotes About Thomas

But Thomas knew they were not, of course, ghosts. They were the people who'd sent them all to the Glade. The people who'd taken their lives away from them. The Creators.

Thomas knew he had to be careful. It was strange that she only agreed with him about WICKED now that she'd gotten her memories back.

The Keeper spotted them and approached at a limping run. Thomas noticed he'd let go of Teresa's hand without thinking about it.

Thomas put an elbow and forearm on the chest of the Glader for leverage, then reached out to grab his hair or his face. But when his hands slid over what was there, confusion consumed him. There was no head. No hair or face. Not even a neck. None of those things that should've been there. Instead, Thomas felt a large and perfectly smooth ball of cold metal.

What's his name?" Teresa asked. Ladena answered in a weary voice as she started walking down the corridor. "They've called him Thomas.

Of course we care," Thomas answered. "But what do you want us to do about it?" "Hey, all I know is that WICKED has one directive – to find a cure. And it's pretty obvious that's never gonna happen. If we had their money, their resources, we could use it to really help. To protect the healthy. I thought you'd want that." Thomas did, of course. Desperately. Gally shrugged when no one responded.

Thomas stood there, sorting through his options. The irony wasn't lost on him. He'd escaped WICKED only to be held at gunpoint by an average everyday city worker.

Brenda sat back in her chair and let out a sigh. "That wasn't so bad." Yeah, Thomas thought, the bad part's coming up.

The room fell silent. Thomas has never seen Newt like this. So angry-- so unwilling to put a calm front, even.

I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain." Thomas shrugged. "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now." His stomach grumbled and gurgled.

The Berg pitched and Thomas held on to a bar in the wall as the ship lowered to the ground. The ramp door started cranking open with the squeal of hinges

Thomas shrugged. "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now." His stomach grumbled and gurgled.

Thomas shivered. He would know that voice anywhere. It was Janson.

Teresa didn't hesitate. She wrapped her arms around Thomas's neck, pulling him in. He didn't have enough will to resist. They kissed, but nothing stirred inside Thomas. He felt nothing.

Thomas was hit with a wave of confusion, blistered with panic.

Thomas stood up to pace around the little room, fuming with an intense desire to keep his promise. "I swear, Chuck," he whispered to no one. "I swear I"ll get you back home.

Jesus said, "I have cast fire upon the world, and see, I am guarding it until it blazes." GOSPEL OF THOMAS

In the Gospel of Thomas, Jesus says, "There is light within a man of light, and he lights up the whole world.

But in the Gospel of Thomas, the whole point of Jesus' teaching is to discover your true identity, to realize who and what you really and truly are here and now.

Surprise, surprise! I have a band! I'm really excited that we have a song on the soundtrack of 'American Reunion' for that very reason.

The story of Doubting Thomas is told, not so that we shall admire Thomas, but so that we can admire the other apostles in comparison. Thomas demanded evidence … The other apostles, whose faith was so strong that they did not need evidence, are held to us as worthy of imitation.

If I ever get to heaven, I would first of all seek out Mozart, and only then inquire after Augustine, St. Thomas, Luther, Calvin, and Schleiermacher.

A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.

To be ordinary is not a choice: It is the usual freedom of men without visions.