623 Quotes by James Dashner

He’d been at the Glade for roughly twenty-four hours. One full day. And look at all the things that had happened. All the terrible things. Surely it could only get better.

Sometimes you have to let go. Sometimes you have to let others share your burden.

Chuck seemed deep in thought. “Well, they found a dead Griever, right?” “Yeah,” Newt replied. “Thanks for that bit of news.” Chuck absently tapped his fork against the table for a few seconds. “Well, then who killed the stupid thing?” Excellent question, Thomas thought. He waited for Newt to answer, but nothing came. He obviously didn’t have a clue.

Look, man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. They put me in here last night, I slept in that bed” – he pointed to the one with the rumpled sheet and blanket – “and I woke up about five minutes ago and took a pee.

She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.

The older man’s bushy gray eyebrows bunched up in the middle as if they were hairy bugs trying to mate.

When it comes to individual destiny, there is no power greater in the universe then the conviction of the human soul to make a choice.

The fact that the Gladers hadn’t given up said more about these people than anything else. And now he was one of them. This is my life, he thought. Living in a giant maze, surrounded by hideous beasts. Sadness filled him like a heavy poison.

Forgetting about you was the worst part.” At first, Thomas thought it was another message in his head; he squeezed his fists against his ears.