Quotes About Survival

He'd kill Newt. He'd shot his own friend in the head.

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

He'd escaped WICKED only to be held at gunpoint by an average everyday

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

The Griever came to life, spikes popping out of

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!

You might get an elbow in the face, maybe kicked in the 'nads.

James Dashner

Thomas and Teresa

twenty-one Gladers in all. Every last one of those who'd stayed behind and fought was covered in Griever sludge and human blood,

there. Before they eat my brain and start heading for my heart." He whimpered, a sound that seemed to Mark more like it would come from an injured dog than from a human. "What symptoms are you feeling?" Lana asked. "What happened to Misty?" Mark watched as the Toad raised his hands up and pressed them against the sides of his head. Even his silhouette was creepy doing such a thing.

All stone and dark wood, it had held up for the most part, though it now had a faded, sad look, as if losing its former occupants had stolen its soul away.

The future of the human race outweighs all. Every death and every sacrifice are well worth the ultimate outcome.

If it weren't for the little fact they were torn apart from friends and families and trapped in a Maze with a bunch of monsters, it could be paradise.

But he'd do it—and not just to get a cure. He would never stop, especially now. Not after what they'd done to him and his friends. If the only way to get back at them was to pass all their tests and trials, to survive, then so be it. So be it. With thoughts of revenge actually comforting him in a sick and twisted way, he finally fell asleep.

Ya no le preocupaban los demás. El caos que le rodeaba pareció drenar su humanidad y convertirlo en animal. Lo único que quería era sobrevivir, llegar a ese edificio y entrar en el. Vivir. Ganar un día mas.

The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal.

The Lincoln Building, Mark tells himself. Get there; then you can go find your family.

One day the whole world—every town and city—will be like it was in North Carolina. And then everyone will be dead.

It had been so close that day. If he'd known all that would come after, would he still have fought so hard to survive?

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.

save what little resources we have, to be able to feed those people they deemed worthy to live. But who are they to decide who's worthy?" He paused for a moment before he continued. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems that we are not worthy. They sent us here to do their dirty work and now they've decided to cut us off. Who are they, I ask all of you!

They got inside somehow. They're taking me to live with the other Cranks. It's for the best. Thanks for being my friends. Goodbye.