Maze Runner Quotes Novels & Stories

“Make it to one, survive, and maybe you’ll walk out of this alive.” He walked slowly in front of us, like he was sizing up cattle before slaughter. “Objective: survive the maze. Reach the other side.” That simple. But I bet nothing in this place was ever just that simple. “Some stalks in there are rigged. One wrong turn, and the maze’ll slice you like meat for Sunday stew.” He chuckled, but it wasn’t warm. “There are traps. False paths. You get lost, you bleed. You panic, you die.”

Typical. “Keep up!” I snarl, snapping my head back for a second. “I will not lose because of you lazy brats!” “We’re trying!” Gwen pants, almost tripping over her own foot. “Try harder. Or drop out now and save me the embarrassment.” River and Luan, running like wolves through the shadows, say nothing. Good. They understand. This is no time for complaints. It’s the first leg of the tournament, fifty kilometers through Fenrath’s wilds—dense forests, twisting gorges, mountains that split the sky. It’s meant to crush the weak. And I refuse to be crushed.

Or is that just me? Out of breath, I know I’m getting weaker, but I must keep pushing myself on. I can’t give up. Rays of the sun appear via a clearing a few yards away. The spirits are guiding me to a safe place, and I race towards it. I feel relief at the edge of the clearing, like I made it. Ha, the loser is the only one to survive this ordeal. However, the spirits quickly remind me I’m still a loser. I trip over a large log that anyone would have seen if I paid attention instead of gloating in my head.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I'm inside Mr. Marble's car, and he is now driving it. It keeps playing in my head about what he said. He will give me an award if I make him say Amazing with my stories, and I definitely will.

That fúcker really knows how to spoil my good mood into bad. Don't worry! Nothing will happen to you in this race. My subconscious mind said softly. It was a surprise for me that my mind can talk gently with me! “I don't care about my life!” I mumbled, tying my shoelaces tightly. “It feels like a joke going into the race after knowing what will happen on the track!!” I don't think you will lose the race, just focus on surviving. After all, you're good at this, surviving in every situation. My subconscious mind mocked me.

"I'm gonna gut you for causing me to run one extra mile that I planned today!" "Yeah! Get 'em Quil! We ran enough in gym for a whole horse in a track race!" Sammy shouted. "Shut up idiot!" Quil snapped. "You sounded so stupid then." "Don't horses run miles in track races?" Chase asked with a questionable look on his face. "HEY! HE'S GETTING AWAY!" Jeremy shouted. I was running, my heart pounding as I headed for a public place, the mall.

[MESSAGE] [SOURCE: SYSTEM ARCHIVE] [CONTENT: HOST THREE PERSONAL LOG - ADDITIONAL FRAGMENT] [RECOVERED FROM DEEP ARCHIVE] She stopped the simulation. [HOST THREE: FINAL RACE NOTE] [ALSEN RIDGE] [TO WHOEVER RUNS THIS CIRCUIT AFTER ME] She read it. It was short. Shorter than the note in the weatherproof case. Three sentences. *She will be fast from the start. She will build the gap and let you see it and let you feel it. Don't chase it.*

a stranger yelled from the gallery with a russian accent. We shook are heads laughing and race each other again. We were approaching the final round now and my energy was decreasing fastly, Oliver raced past me "The winner gets a wish fulfilled" he yelled and the gushing wind made me hardly collect his words. This line was a motivator to me. He uses it everytime we raced and I was slowing down. We run, Oliver a but further than me, while I try to catch up. It was the last half of the race and slowly the last quarter but Oliver was still ahead of me.

My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited his response, hoping that my candid admission wouldn't change his perspective. Mr. Snow’s expression remained calm, his gaze never wavering from mine “Rima” he said “No one is harder on you than yourself. Yes, today was tough. But it was also a learning curve. It’s not about never falling; it’s about getting back up each time we do”

Turning to look at everyone I see them slowly picking their jaws off of the ground. "What are you all staring at? You already saw me make it through there. You got this. The trick is to not slow down and think too much. Keep moving and react to the course. Thinking will only make you slower and increase your chances of getting knocked off. We will keep doing the course for the next two days so if you do not make it all of the way through the first time just keep trying. We will be pros by the end of the week." I tell them in the way of a pep talk. As close to one as I can get at least.