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“False hope," she said. "Guess that's better then no hope at all.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“[Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He threw it on the ground behind him and kept running.
“Bread crumbs?�� Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him.
“Bread crumbs,�� Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Weakness, all the more dangerous for being combined with a sense of entitlement”
― Erika Johansen, The Queen of the Tearling

“Newt reached out and grabbed Alby by the shoulders. "Alby, lay off a bit. You're hurtin' more than helpin', ya know?"

Alby let go of Thomas's shirt and stepped back, his chest heaving with breaths. "Ain't got time to be nice, Greenbean. Old life's over, new life's begun. Learn the rules quick, listen, don't talk. You get me?"

Thomas looked over at Newt, hoping for help. Everything inside him churned and hurt; the tears that had yet to come burned his eyes.

Newt nodded. "Greenie, you get him, right?" He nodded again.

Thomas fumed, wanted to punch somebody. But he simply said, "Yeah.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Little booooooy," the man said, a taunting and creepy call. Definitely him - Thomas couldn't forget that voice. "Little girrrrrrrrl. Come out come out make a sound make sound. I want your noses.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Several minutes passed. Several more. Nothing but silence and darkness.
"I think they're gone," Brenda whispered. She flicked on her torch.
"Hello, noses!" a hideous voice yelled from the room.
Then a bloody hand reached through the doorway and grabbed Thomas by the shirt.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“-Si no estás asustado -dijo-, no eres humano. Si actúas de otra manera, te voy a arrojar por el Acantilado porque eso querría decir que eres un enfermo.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“I was here, pet. I was always here. Even if you told me you needed me just for an hour, for this, I would have been there." Marcus spoke gruffly into his hair, holding him tighter. "Why is it so fucking hard for you to believe I love you?”
― Joey W. Hill, Rough Canvas

“En su mente y en su corazón se había desencadenado una batalla de emociones. Confusión. Curiosidad. Pánico. Miedo. Pero mezclada con todo eso, había una oscura sensación de absoluta desesperanza, como si el mundo se hubiera acabado, borrado de su cabeza, y hubiese sido reemplazado por algo terrible. Quería correr y esconderse de esa gente.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Oh, for Christ's sake. Nothing is going to make your boy straight, Elaine. I didn't drag him into anything. But you're absolutely right. This is a battle for his soul, and while you may think I'm Lucifer, you sure as hell aren't God. This isn't about you or me. It's about the gift that defines his soul more than you or I will ever hope to do. If he doesn't have that for himself, neither of us will have anything.”
― Joey W. Hill, Rough Canvas

“That's when I got it. The rough canvas. God paints our bodies over that, over our heart and soul. It's the eyes that tell us what we're really seeing, what's underneath. So all I painted in the picture were greens. Patterns, random slashes, shapes over shapes, shadows, emotions, it's all there.”
― Joey W. Hill, Rough Canvas

“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.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Conmocionado, Thomas comprobó que sus ojos se habían llenado de lágrimas. La vida había sido tan delirante desde su llegada al Área que nunca se le había ocurrido pensar en los Habitantes como si fueran chicos reales, con familias de verdad que los extrañaran. Era muy raro, pero ni siquiera había pensado en sí mismo de esa manera. Sólo reflexionaba acerca del significado de todo, sobre quiénes los había mandado allí o cómo saldrían alguna vez de ese lugar.

Por primera vez, sintió algo por Chuck que lo enojó de tal modo que tenía deseos de matar a alguien. El chico debería estar en la escuela, en su hogar, jugando con los amigos. Tenía derecho a tener una casa y una familia que lo amara, que se preocupara por él. Una mamá que se encargara de que se diera una ducha todos los días y un papá que lo ayudara con la tarea.

Detestó a las personas que habían arrancado a ese pobre chico inocente de su familia. Los odió con una pasión que no sabía que un ser humano pudiera sentir. Quería que los mataran, incluso que los torturaran. Deseaba que Chuck fuera feliz.

Pero la felicidad había sido extirpada de sus vidas. Y también el amor.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“-Escúchame, Chuck -contestó, haciendo una pausa para calmarse y que no se le quebrara la voz-.No me cabe la menor duda de que tienes padres. Lo sé. Suena horrible, pero estoy seguro de que tu mamá está sentada ahora en tu cuarto, sosteniendo tu almohada, observando por la ventana ese mundo que te arrebató de ella. Y te apuesto a que está llorando. Con fuerza. Los ojos hinchados, los mocos en la nariz: un llanto como debe ser.

No dijo nada, pero Thomas escuchó unos ligerísimos gemidos.

-No debes rendirte, Chuck. Vamos a solucionar todo y a salir de aquí. Ya soy un Corredor, y prometo por mi vida que te voy a llevar de vuelta a tu habitación. Y tu mamá dejará de llorar.

Lo decía en serio. Esa promesa le quemaba el corazón.

-Espero que tengas razón -dijo Chuck con voz temblorosa. Hizo el gesto del pulgar hacia arriba en la ventana y se alejó.

Thomas se levantó y caminó por el pequeño recinto, ardiendo en deseos de poder cumplir su palabra.

-Créeme, Chuck -susurró al aire-.Te juro que te llevaré de vuelta a tu casa.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he’d sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Pain. You overwhelm me," he said quietly. "And every time I see you or think of you, I can't grab a brush fast enough. I thought I couldn't paint you, but it turns out I've been painting you all along, from the beginning, before I even knew you.”
― Joey W. Hill, Rough Canvas

“-¿Desterrado? ¿Y eso qué significa? -no pudo evitar la pregunta, aunque sabía que no podía ser nada bueno si Chuck pensaba que era peor que estar muerto.

En ese instante, tuvo la sensación más perturbadora desde su llegada al Área. Chuck no contestó, simplemente sonrió. A pesar de todo, a pesar de lo horrible que era esa situación, se rió. Luego salió corriendo, tal vez para contarle a otro las emocionantes noticias.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“-Yo me acuerdo que recordaba -murmuró. Emitió un largo suspiro mientras se sentaba, encogía las piernas y ponía los brazos alrededor de ellas-. Sentimientos. Emociones. Como si tuviera en mi cabeza estantes con etiquetas para los recuerdos y las caras, pero vacíos. Como si todo lo anterior esto se encontrara del otro lado de una cortina blanca. También tú.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Thomas had no concept of time as he went through the Changing.
It started much like his first memory of the Box—dark and cold. But this time he had no sensation of anything touching his feet or body. He floated in emptiness, stared into a void of black. He saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was as if someone had stolen his five senses, leaving him in a vacuum.
Time stretched on. And on. Fear turned into curiosity, which turned into boredom.
Finally, after an interminable wait, things began to change.
A distant wind picked up, unfelt but heard. Then a swirling mist of whiteness appeared far in the distance—a spinning tornado of smoke that formed into a long funnel, stretching out until he could see neither the top nor the bottom of the white whirlwind. He felt the gales then, sucking into the cyclone so that it blew past him from behind, ripping at his clothes and hair like they were shredded flags caught in a storm.
The tower of thick mist began to move toward him—or he was moving toward it, he couldn’t tell—increasing its speed at an alarming rate. Where seconds before he’d been able to see the distinct form of the funnel, he now could see only a flat expanse of white.
And then it consumed him; he felt his mind taken by the mist, felt memories flood into his thoughts.
Everything else turned into pain.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Thomas rolled over, glad it was dark so no one could see the look that had settled across his face.
It wasn’t a smile, exactly. Not quite a happy expression. But almost.
And for now, almost was good enough.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“My love," he said with great patience, "you're hair is a rat's nest. Your eyes are swollen from weeping, your nose is red, your clothing is tattered, and you face is streaked with mud. You are still beyond passing fair, but not enough to tempt my immortal soul." He wiped a patch of mud from her delicate cheekbone. "I love you because you have a fierce heart, a brave soul, a tender touch, and woman's grace. I love you for a thousand reasons that I cant even begin to understand, when I didn't want to love you at all. I love your mind and your heart and soul, and yes, I love your pretty face as well.”
― Anne Stuart, Lord of Danger

“Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend.”
― Jessica Fortunato, Sacrifice

“People will say,"there's heaven and hell", and they take it so serious that they look so sorrowful with penitence. I would rather ask them to show me the route that leads to heaven or hell.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“-Estoy medio confundido, viejo. Es raro sentirse triste y extrañar la casa de uno, si no tienes idea de adónde deseas volver, ¿cazas lo que digo? Lo único que sé es que no quiero estar aquí. Quiero regresar con mi familia donde sea que quede eso, al lugar de donde me sacaron. Quiero recordar.”
― James Dashner

“Alone, we're us: an innocent secret made of bad habits spread across his bed.”
― The Elizabeths

“Because love is a lot of things, but above all, love is what we make it.”
― Mary Elizabeth, Innocents

“Thomas eyed the array of hair products on the corner of the tub and snorted. "God, I forget sometimes how gay you are.”
― Joey W. Hill, Rough Canvas

“Get out." Marcus' eyes went freezing cold, his face as hard mask, the cleaned but unstitched slash making him look far more dangerous. "I don't want to deal with this carp right now."
"I've never gotten in, so how the hell can I get out?”
― Joey W. Hill, Rough Canvas

“Rule number six: no promises."
"Okay", I agree easily. "No promises, ever."
"Promise?" he asks.
"Promise."
"And that's it."
"That's the only one.”
― Mary Elizabeth, Innocents