Quotes About Confusion

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.

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.

Bueno, es medio estúpido mandarme a un lugar donde nada tiene sentido y no contestar mis preguntas.

Not quite understanding how, he knew what he needed to do. He didn't get it. The feeling—the epiphany—was a strange one, foreign and familiar at the same time. But it felt … right.

happened to her? What had happened to them? Where were

Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. 'It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to nother me-make me angry.

Where am I?" Thomas asked, surprised

sometimes knowing sucked.

The Box, shuck-face, the Box!

Listen, I'm not... Oh man, this is crazy. I can't do this.

You shanks are driving me nuts. Can't get out of the Maze, and this idea of hanging with the Grievers at their bachelor pad sounds as stupid as anything I've ever heard in my life. Might as well slit our wrists.

It's like we're mice in a maze

What do you mean?" He suddenly found himself wishing she'd hug him again.

What if this is some kind of trap?" "Yeah," Minho said, "Maybe we should think about this." "No." Thomas shook his head. "We can't try to outguess them any more. Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do." "Huh?" the three of them asked at the same time, confusion transforming their faces.

Michael was not himself. He lay on the bed of a stranger,

Beatriz se llevó mi nariz, en un desliz.

Then the strangest thing happened. Thomas looked out the window and saw a banged-up Crank staring at him from twenty feet away. It took him a second to register that the Crank was his friend. Newt. CHAPTER 55 Newt looked horrible.

don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

They made it halfway before order collapsed. All of the house occupants seemed to scream at once, and their bodies swarmed in, pressing against Mark and his friends. Mark lost hold of Deedee's hand and saw her disappear into the crowd, her sweet little cry like that of an angel among demons.

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me." Her hands tightened on his face. She started to pull him down toward her. "No," he said, resisting. She stopped, a hurt look washing over her face. Her moving, blurring face. "Why?" she asked. The darkness almost had him fully now. "You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

was as if his memory loss had stolen a chunk of his language—it was disorienting.

Es uno de esos momentos en los que el cerebro necesita unos instantes para asimilar los sucesos que se desarrollan ante tus ojos; la impresión bloquea temporalmente el camino.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. "You're—we're—doing the right thing." "I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

close his eyes again. "What're you