Quotes About Friendship

I like how you call me Tom." Teresa rolled her eyes. "That's your name, isn't it?" "Yeah, but most people call me Thomas. Well, except Newt – he calls me Tommy. Tom makes me feel … like I'm at home or something. Even though I don't know what home is." He let out a bitter laugh. "Are we messed up or what?

His friend Chuck, stabbed in the chest, bleeding, dying as Thomas held him.

Hey, I'm Newt," the boy whispered. "And I know bloody well who you are.

He didn't know which was worse: that Newt seemed to be slipping already or that Minho—the one who should have been able to control himself—was acting like such a slinthead.

No. Just thinking about how much my life sucks." "Mine does, too. Sucks big-time. But I'm glad I'm with you.

wouldn't allow himself to give in to Minho's hopelessness—he didn't want to give up

Nothing like a good friend to toss you down a flight of stairs.

Teresa handed Thomas a really long knife, almost a sword. He couldn't imagine where she'd been hiding these things, but she now held a short dagger in addition to her spear.

Hey, back to me, guys. I'm supposed to be traumatized, and you're supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.

Newt closed his eyes and tried not to see Tommy in the darkness of his mind.

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

I'm coming for you Newt

Sorry, Tommy," Newt muttered in his ear. "Could've been a bit more gentle.

All of them, you slinthead shuck-faced piece of klunk." Minho smiled.

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

Hey, buddy, you suck at suicide negotiations.

No, Newt, I don't understand," Minho said, the frustration in his voice escalating. "We risked our necks to come to this place and you're our friend and we're taking you home. You wanna whine and cry while you go crazy, that's fine. But you're gonna do it with us, not with these shuck Cranks.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. Thomas read it over and over, wishing the words would change. To think that his friend hat been so scared that he'd had the foresight to write those words made him sick to his stomach. And he remembered how angry Newt had been at Thomas specifically when they'd found him in the bowling alley. He'd just wanted to avoid the inevitable fate of becoming a Crank. And Thomas had failed him.

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.

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

Don't give up, Chuck. We're gonna solve this thing, get out of here. I'm a Runner now—I promise on my life I'll get you back to that room of yours. Make your mom quit crying." And Thomas meant it. He felt it burn in his heart.

I hate you, Tommy!

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

All we can do is find our friends and make sure we die on our own terms." "Well said, son. Well said.