Maze Runner Quotes Novels & Stories

Just keep running. Just keep running. This is the mantra I keep repeating to myself as I push my legs as hard as they will go. Ignoring the burning in my lungs and the blood pouring down from the apex of my legs, I keep going. I can hear shouting behind me and heavy footsteps as they begin gaining on me.

I needed a place to cool my head. Staying in this house is suffocating. I need to breathe. "Brother," Marcus called out. I looked at him in askance, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Don't be too consumed with rage and envy by over-speeding. Remember only when you have legs can you compete with me, with your legs or your life gone means there is no hope for you to reclaim the leadership title anymore." A hint of sarcasm was in his voice as he advised but I also understood what he was trying to say.

Plain and direct. Not like this. He read the message again. He knew he wouldn’t really get it unless it’s literal. Unless it’s literal. An idea came into his mind. It is a challenge. Like the missing piece of a puzzle. Unless he do something, the maze won’t open and he won’t make it out as finisher. Here, surely this is not only a metaphor or a poorly-constructed quote to inspire. YOU HAVE TO LEAVE A PIECE OF YOURSELF. Challenges are imperative. It tells him to do something.

I shove aside the false rockslide and shift at almost the same moment, so even someone watching could barely see me in the moonlight. Sucking in lungful after lungful of clear air, I run. Past the memories. Past the doubts. Past anything but the rhythm of my paws on the hills beneath me. Miner’s madness is real, and it was reaching for me. There is nothing more to it than that. Right?

"But winning is guaranteed." He exchanged glances with me, then asked playfully: "And you? Will you race with us too?" I panicked, waving my hands randomly, pointing at myself in disbelief. "What? Me? No, no… you must be joking! I can’t even race running, let alone motorcycles!" I glanced at Mr. Dorian, seeking support, confirmation, but he didn’t move… just stared at me, unwavering. I looked back at the man, stammering: "Actually… no, I won’t race…"

There’s something about the Old School that anchors me, a grounding force that reminds me of the strength we have within our community. “Race you to the door!” Tjeck calls out, his competitive spirit igniting a fire in me. I rev the engine, and with a laugh, I take off, my heart soaring as I sprint toward the entrance. It’s a small victory, but in a world so plagued by darkness, I’ll take every ounce of joy I can find.

Just like a payback for what I did to Darius a few minutes ago. I nearly drowned inside the water as I lost balance but after a few seconds, Darius came in, carrying me out of it. After he had brought me out, he started looking at me, advising that I go back home and come tomorrow, so we can practice but I wasn't in for that. With all my past experience and present ones in life, i have given myself a slogan, a fantastic quote: "It's either now or i die" This is something I usually feed myself with whenever I get to face some obstacles in my path daily and that's just it.

He said. "That's cruel to say, Lance," Zain chuckled. "If I can recall, you were said to be an expert as well." Lance scowled at Zain. "I am not. And the maze changes each year. I haven't been in this level of haunted maze before, and I don't know what might be in there." "But you've been in one before. And you are the only one in a position to help us," Zain pointed out. I snorted, "I thought you were better than this, Lance. I guess I should stop judging people by their outward appearance."

He had to catch the game, he has a voucher, yeah, he wouldn't miss that. He stood in the front of the mirror, a chunk of air blew across the room, his hair vibrated in response, a thought replaced the schedule and doubt catastrophe, it was his time on the tracks, glory days he mused silently, he remembered how he used to be a dirt bike racer, nothing could beat that feeling, the invincibility, the freedom, he was unstoppable, how comes he never got a tattoo like Michael. Maurice walked past him silently and headed for the window, it as just the right time to escape. He had to go. "I'm on my way out Mrs Greenwood" he shouted to signal his exit.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.