Quotes About Struggle

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.

And then Thomas was being dragged to his feet, yanked away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.

dark boy yelled.

Every time he thought of her, rage boiled inside him.

Greenie," Minho said, "If you think that was brave comin' out here, listen up. You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was

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.

Ah, one last thing," he said. "Don't think you'll avoid

How could anyone ever be happy in a life like this?

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.

Heat, like a dry ocean through which they had to swim.

His insides burned with turmoil, but he put it all away because there was nothing else to do.

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

Hold him still, dammit!" Hans shouted.

Michael was not himself. He lay on the bed of a stranger,

Sometimes I wonder, if being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

Back in the present, these thoughts tormented Mark for at least another hour—and he knew if he dreamed it would only get worse. He was scared of being scared. He drifted off despite his efforts. Sleep came over him like cold, crashing waves.

He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, for a moment wanting nothing but to fall asleep and never wake up again, or to do the opposite and kneel, bashing his head against the floor until it was over. But there was still that small sliver of clarity in his mind. He held on to it like a man clinging to a root on the side of a sheer cliff.

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!

then we're all gonna bust our humps walking all night.

Are … you okay?" Mark asked, hoping his friend was just tired. "I'm not," the Toad answered, his face quivering as if he were about to cry. "I'm not, Mark. I'm not okay at all. There are things living inside my skull.

He found himself thinking of Newt, maybe the one he liked most of all of them, not immune.