Maze Runner Quotes Novels & Stories

And yet, here I was, standing shamelessly to end the last. My phone screen buzzed. It was a message from Jake. I turned to hide it from Kathy when I opened the text. "You are the best. You will do just well. Don't overthink" Another one appeared. "Today's race doesn't determine who you are. It is just the beginning."

Yes definitely… But my mom always said… “Nothing is worth the rush if you have to rush, it was never resll in the first place, it was simplyan illusion!” I took that words of advise and ran with it… Without looking back, with a perfect image in my mind… “To come back to the one that I want to experience my true freedom with.

Tried to focus on my breathing, my boots, the track layout stamped into my memory. My number was called. And just like that, I was in. Twelve racers. Six would advance. The rest would be cut. Spme permanently. “Just keep your head down and your gear tight,” Juno had said that morning. “Don’t try to show off. Just finish.” I nodded. “Finishing’s the only thing I’m good at.” “Try not to get blown up this time,” she’d added, only half-joking. The start of the race felt like falling into a blackout.

"You've already conquered so much. This is just a temporary pause." Deep looked at Gia, finding solace in her encouraging words. "It's just frustrating, Gia. I want to get better." "I know, Deep," Gia reassured, her voice filled with empathy. "But remember, progress isn't always linear. It's okay to stumble, but what's important is to rise stronger." Gia brought out a notebook filled with encouraging quotes and stories. "Let's read through these together. Sometimes a little inspiration can spark a fire in our hearts."

The man complimented me on my speed in finding the centre of the maze and finding my way out and we just made small talk as we waited for Kendrick while he attended to other customers just arriving or coming out of the maze. "Finally," I huffed as Kendrick finally came out several minutes later. The man in charge was an interesting person but the time I used in waiting for Kendrick was too long to pass away over a single conversation and I was hardly a patient person. "So how was the maze touring for you?" The man asked Kendrick as he collected his token and pass. "It was so difficult," Kendrick complained. "It isn't difficult one bit," I argued. "Are you joking?" He countered. "Of course no

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

I croak. 'If I have to live with your hocus pocus, then you have to learn to appreciate a good run’. "Does it need to involve high jumps ?" Martin grunts and springs into a run towards the cabin.

That was where I should have been, not down here with these plebs. “Glad to see you decided to join the contest. The more the better, I say. Who needs judges when we’ve got do or die, am I right? Don’t worry about the head start, you’ll need it. The labyrinth is no place for squishies like you, you deserve a small advantage. And watch out for the bikes.” I would have protested and insisted on retiring early, but I was too confused by what he’d said. There were bikes in the labyrinth?

My first real memory since I came here. I was shocked and I must’ve slowed my pace. *** I heard chuckling behind me. I looked back and saw Hunter catching up. He'd already caught my trail. And of course, he'd follow me at a dead run. The Hunter. Damn him. I looked beyond him back at the open doorway of my hut. I just have to outrun him. Racer stepped from behind a tree in-front of me. Making me squawk and skid to a stop. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared chidingly down at me. "Did you think escaping us would be so easy."

“Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once.” “Racing isn’t just speed. It’s not just engines, tires, or who crosses the finish line first. Racing is discipline. It’s obsession. It’s waking up before the sun rises and pushing yourself long after your body is begging you to stop. It’s precision when everything around you is chaos. And most of all—it’s trust.”