Quotes About Adventure

Being careful hasn't gotten us squat.

We hid the Maps, Thomas." At first it didn't compute. "Huh?

Where are we going?" Thomas asked, still feeling the weight of seeing those walls close, thinking about the maze, the confusion, the fear. He hold himself to stop or he'd drive himself crazy. Trying to grasp a sense of normalcy, he made a weak attempt at a joke. "If you're looking for a goodnight kiss, forget it.

He wanted to be a Runner. He would be a Runner. Deep inside he knew he had to go out there, into the Maze. Despite everything he'd learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst.

It's like we're on the moon," Sarah whispered. Michael squeezed her elbow. "Except that we can breathe, there are no stars, and there's still gravity." "Yeah, other than that, it's like we're on the moon.

I'd go with you," the boy said in a far too jovial voice, "but I don't wanna die a gruseome death.

So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.

Stay smart and run. Sounds like a sweet life.

Must lead to where the … ya know … Grievers live," he said when finished. "The Griever Hole," Thomas added.

Parece un laberinto —susurró Thomas, casi riéndose para sus adentros. Como si las cosas no pudieran ponerse más raras. Le habían borrado la memoria y le habían metido en un laberinto gigante. Era una locura tan grande que hasta le hacía gracia.

All right, then," the man said. "Follow me. And remember, if any of your body parts become detached due to an unfortunate encounter with a Crank, I highly advise you to leave said body part behind and run like hell. Unless it's a leg, of course.

That's exactly two weeks—starting the second you step through the Trans. If you don't make it, eventually you'll end up dead." The room should've

Welcome to the Glade.

Looks like a maze," Thomas whispered,

Todos saben en lo que se están metiendo —Teresa le cogió de la mano—. ¿Recuerdas? No hay nada que perder. Thomas se acordó, pero, por algún motivo, las palabras de Teresa cayeron en saco roto, no le dieron esperanzas. —No hay nada que perder —repitió el chico.

Let's go get our friends," Mark said.

The kicker was an image of Bryson, naked as the day he was born, being chased by seven mermaids that were so angry they had sprouted legs. He'd never admitted exactly what he'd done.

Five feet. Four feet. Three. Two. Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze. The walls slammed shut behind him, the echo of its boom bouncing off the ivy-covered stone like mad laughter.

the Box lay open, as if inviting him to jump back in and go home. Near

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-whats off!" Thomas laughed, something he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze. The walls slammed shut behind him,

Into the cargo room. Down the ramp of the hatch door, into the brightness of day. They'd barely stepped off of it when squeals pierced the air and the slab of metal began to close. Alec lifted the Berg off the ground, blue thrusters roaring. Mark was barely holding onto his mind, but he felt a sudden, unbearable sadness. He'd never see the old bear again.

A place we've never looked before?" Alby asked. "What do you think we've been doing for two years

dangerous task of their lives,