Quotes About Struggle

He tore it out and sat down to write a message. Pen was almost to paper when he stalled, as if he'd had the perfect thing to say but it floated out of his mind like vanished smoke. Sighing, he itched with irritation.

It scared him, too, but for some reason it was now the sole purpose of his life, the only thing that prevented his mind from slipping into that ever-expanding void of...dissonance.

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

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

dead might be a lot easier.

You don't understand, shuck-face! You don't know anything, and you're just making it worse by trying to have hope! We're dead, you hear me? Dead!

dying would be the easy way out.

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

sometimes knowing sucked.

runtcheeks down

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

Estoy totalmente seguro de que acabamos de arribar al maldito infierno. Siempre pensé que tú terminarías aquí, Minho, pero yo no.

Everything we do—our whole life, Greenie—revolves around the Maze. Every lovin' second of every lovin' day we spend in honor of the Maze, tryin' to solve somethin' that's not shown us it has a bloody solution,

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

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

James Dashner

The world, the people I work for"—he gestured to nothing in particular all around him—"it's all turned my heart into a small lump of black coal.

La desesperación lo absorbía hacia un vacío enorme que amenazaba con tirarlo a un abismo espantoso.

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.

Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew he'd worked with WICKED.

the stress of everything seemed to be making Newt fall fast. And they'd left him all alone outside the city. "You could very well save him," Janson said quietly.

James Dashner

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