Quotes About Decision

Minho looked at Thomas. "I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.

You're so sweet,' Frypan said with a snort. 'Go ahead and die with Thomas. I think I'll sneak away and enjoy living with the guilt.

Running away from her was the hardest thing he'd ever done, he had no doubt of it.

Shank's got more guts than I've fried up from every pig and cow in the last year." He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. "How stupid is this—he saves Alby's life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk.

Everything we do is for a reason.

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

Even more reason to do what the note says," Thomas said. Brenda's face showed doubt. "I really think we should

Tomorrow, his training would begin. Tomorrow, he could start helping them find that missing something. Right then Thomas made a decision. Forget all the weird stuff. Forget all the bad things. Forget it all. He wouldn't quit until he'd solved the puzzle and found a way home.

he was psyching himself up for what he had planned for that evening, convincing himself it was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. Plus, he was absolutely terrified and he didn't want the others to notice.

Killing another human. It wasn't easy to accept.

No one spoke. Thomas stared out the front window in a daze. He'd shot his best friend in the head. Never mind that it was what he'd been asked to do, what Newt had wanted, what he'd pleaded for. Thomas had still pulled the trigger. He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. "What have I done?" he mumbled, but the others didn't say a word.

Choose right now or they both die!" Thomas opened his eyes and stepped forward. Then he pointed at Brenda and said the two most foul words to ever pass through his lips. "Kill her.

It's be tough now or everyone dies later.

he wondered if he was doing the right thing sticking with Brenda. But when she started walking, he followed.

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.

Mark wants to scream, to tell her not to do it. But it's too late. The woman pulls the trigger. The boat drives on.

That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Final Candidate—

Se volteo para mirar justo en el momento en que comenzaba a llover, como si la tormenta hubiese decido finalmente echarse a llorar de vergüenza por lo que les había echo.

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?

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!

All Sera could do was shake her head. "Please understand, Dak. The only reason the older me is walking so close to the older you is because there's not a whole lot else to choose from." "Whatever you say," Dak told her. "Come here, let's hook our arms together and see if it's a good fit." "Gross," Sera said. "I'd rather make out with my dog.

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.

I think he's right. I think it's time we did what we're supposed to do. We all agreed to it just last night." Minho broke into a nervous smile. Newt's hands balled into fists. It was now or never.