Quotes About Maze

I guess they needed a maze in Japan, where everything's neat and tidy. In America everybody's already wandering around lost.

I think—the hero observes that nothing is so frightening as a labyrinth with no center.

There is a labyrinth which is a straight line.

I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars.

we are like the wizard who weaves a labyrinth and is forced to wander through it till the end of his days

yo sentía que el mundo es un laberinto, del cual era imposible huir, pues todos los caminos, aunque fingieran ir al norte o al sur, iban realmente a Roma

I get lost in my own house - and it's not even a big house.

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.

It seems undeniable that once it beings, violence leads us into some sort of madness, some terrifying maze inside the mind in which we become lost, and we don't know what's happening or what we ourselves are doing.

Moving like a rat in its maze. Programmed. Performing a function that it was not capable of understanding, on behalf of people whose entire existence was outside its knowledge, detected only as feet occasionally planted in its way.

His words were creating a bewildering maze of grammatically inappropriate junctures. It was the kind of maze where small, white mice died without ever finding the little lever.

Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered, then pointed over his shoulder, towards the Maze.

What was that shuck thing?" -Minho "Magic goop that eat's people's heads, that's what it bloody was." -Newt

You've seen what I can do," Thomas replied, trying to sound as dangerous as he felt. "You've watched me in the Maze and the Scorch." He almost wanted to laugh at the irony. They had made him into a killer … to save people?

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she'd exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.

Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?

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

The boy known as Newt had not been immune to the Flare. No, he hadn't been immune in the slightest, unlike most of his friends in the Maze. But he was the cure. Yes. That boy. The one named Newt, Subject A4, the Glue, brother to Sonya... The Cure.

He wanted to be a Runner. He would be a Runner. Deep inside he knew he had to go out there, into the Maze. Despite everything he'd learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst.

Now you know what bloody lurks in the Maze, my friend. Now you know this isn't joke time. You've been sent to the Glade, Greenie, and we'll be expectin' ya to survive and help us do what we've been sent here to do.

Must lead to where the … ya know … Grievers live," he said when finished. "The Griever Hole," Thomas added.

Parece un laberinto —susurró Thomas, casi riéndose para sus adentros. Como si las cosas no pudieran ponerse más raras. Le habían borrado la memoria y le habían metido en un laberinto gigante. Era una locura tan grande que hasta le hacía gracia.

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.

Thomas let out a slight laugh. "The Maze. The Grievers. WICKED. You name it.