Quotes About Struggle

We're all going a little craz—" He stopped; he couldn't possibly say anything worse. "I mean …" "Just shut it," Newt said. "I know something's started in my head. I don't feel right. But you don't need to worry your buggin' panties off.

Just dying till the day you ask me to be your Crank bride.

For the first time in his life, Michael understood why real soldiers coming back from real wars often had a hard time getting over the things they'd seen and done. And had done to them. If Michael had a soul, it was starting to leak out of his hopes.

Esta es mi vida —pensó—. Vivo en un laberinto gigante, rodeado de unas bestias horribles»

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

A knife is a godsend to the man tied in ropes, death to the man in chains.

And hating himself for caring after everything she'd done to him.

I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?

James Dashner

Thomas knew what he thought. Those images would never leave—the Gladers would be haunted by the horrible things that had happened in the Maze for the rest of their lives. He figured that most if not all of them would have major psychological problems. Maybe even go completely nutso.

he didn't feel as if dying would be the easy way out.

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.

It was such an odd thing to be fighting against something so violently and yet wanting it to happen so completely.

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

I plan to write three words on my arm before entering the Box, hoping that its simple message will plant seed in the Gladers who see it. To remind them, even subconsciously, what it is we fight for. It's a phrase I saw on a cold, dark night long ago, the Crank pits seething behind me. It's a phrase that I believe with all my heart, despite the horrors. I think you know what it is.

We were unable to discover either a vaccine or a treatment for the Flare.

There's more of them up there!" Thomas screamed in his ear from behind. "You have to stop! They'll kill you! They'll kill all of us!

It was a strange world. But Thomas was alive, and he lived.

His joy dribbled away, turned into a deep mourning for the twenty people who'd lost their lives. Despite the alternative, despite knowing that if they hadn't tried to escape, all of them might've died, it still hurt, even though he hadn't known them very well. Such a display of death—how could it be considered a victory?

He might die." "Or worse. He might live." He hears one last thing, finally something that doesn't make him shiver in disgust or fright. "Or he and the others might save us. Save us all.

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

If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.

I was the last one to come through. Did everyone make it?" "We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull," Minho responded.

Why are we up here?" Mark asked. Alec pointed a finger at him. "Because it's what you do when someone comes to your house and attacks your people. You fight back. I'm not going to let these bloodsuckers get away with that crap.