Quotes About Isolation

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.

Being holed up in here does wonders for making the brain do what it was made for.

For some reason, he was different from everyone else in the Glade. He felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime since awakening from his memory wipe, but he'd only been there a week.

Why isn't anybody here?" Minho asked. He turned in a circle, searching the place. "If they're holding people in there, why no guards?

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.

were no windows. A large round handle resembling a

Welcome to the Glade.

I'm a bloody Crank!

Look, man, I don't know what you're talking about. They put me in here last night, I slept in that bed"—he pointed to the one with the rumpled sheet and blanket—"and I woke up about five minutes ago and took a pee.

CRUEL es bueno. CRUEL es bueno...

They've already got a name for it, by the way. They're calling it the Flare.

A cavity seemed to open within Thomas,widening and sucking the hope out of him.

They all seemed to be avoiding each other—and not just to be polite. They seemed to take obvious measures to stay clear of anyone else.

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.

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank,

You don't understand, shuck-face! You don't know anything, and you're just making it worse by trying to have hope! We're dead, you hear me? Dead!

Darkness pressed in, sucking light and life right out of him.

Dust coated the long-dark light fixtures on the ceiling, at least half of them busted, jagged glass screwed into rusty holes.

Mark had always felt like she was his as a simple matter of the situation. Pretty much everyone else she'd ever known had died; he was a scrap left over for her to take, the alternative to being forever alone. But he gladly played his part, even considered himself lucky—he didn't know what he'd do without her.

The Box, shuck-face, the Box!

After several minutes, Trina finally stopped in front of a small shack that had been boarded up with three wooden slats nailed across the door. From the outside. Someone had been imprisoned. And that someone was screaming.

he had no ears.

The world, the people I work for"—he gestured to nothing in particular all around him—"it's all turned my heart into a small lump of black coal.

La desesperación lo absorbía hacia un vacío enorme que amenazaba con tirarlo a un abismo espantoso.