Quotes About Resilience

Owr brave little shank!

I plan to write three words on my arm before entering the Box, hoping that its simple message will plant seed in the Gladers who see it. To remind them, even subconsciously, what it is we fight for. It's a phrase I saw on a cold, dark night long ago, the Crank pits seething behind me. It's a phrase that I believe with all my heart, despite the horrors. I think you know what it is.

Don't give up!

It was a strange world. But Thomas was alive, and he lived.

He'd been at the Glade for roughly twenty-four hours. One full day. And look at all the things that had happened. All the terrible things. Surely it could only get better.

He might die." "Or worse. He might live." He hears one last thing, finally something that doesn't make him shiver in disgust or fright. "Or he and the others might save us. Save us all.

If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.

James Dashner

There's always hope. Always. You just never know what life—or death—might bring. I think we've all seen that the world is a little more complicated than we ever could have imagined.

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he'd sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

I swear, Chuck," he whispered to no one. "I swear I'll get you back home.

We will survive. I promise.

Keeps the Flare at bay because the virus thrives in your brain. Eats at it, destroys it. If there's not a lot of activity, the virus weakens.

The fact that the Gladers hadn't given up said more about these people than anything else. And now he was one of them. This is my life, he thought. Living in a giant maze, surrounded by hideous beasts. Sadness filled him like a heavy poison.

We're all Bloody inspired

Calm down, boy. We've been in a lot tougher situations than this," Alec answered. "Just find something—anything—you can get your hands on and bang away at somebody's head if they come charging.

You can't give up. I won't let you." - Newt, The Scorch trials

I will find a way to kill you three times

Y, aun así, no habían encontrado una salida. Y, a pesar de eso, a pesar de la completa falta de esperanza en aquella situación, seguían sin rendirse.

La implacable dificultad de la situación en que se encontraban era como un fuerte diluvio de agua negra que arrasaba con todo, presionándolo para que se diera por vencido. Sin embargo, resistió y empujó hacia delante.

His friends subjected to cruel trials that might never mean a thing.

It's gonna be a buggin' long time before the world can ever get back to normal. Even if it can—we'll never see it.

It's be tough now or everyone dies later.

By the end of the day, the Gladers had turned into a small army. A very pathetic, ill-prepared Army, Thomas thought, but an army all the same.