37 Quotes About Thoma

Worse still, he doesn’t know how to follow the piper anymore because it’s a path Tom has lost faith in. And the piper knows it. Tom can see it in his father’s eyes now. And the more he stares, the clearer it becomes. Melina Marchetta

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery. In the Glade, Chuck had become a symbol for him–a beacon that somehow they could make everything right again in the world. Sleep in beds. Get kissed goodnight. Have bacon and eggs for breakfast, go to a real school. Be happy. But now Chuck was gone. And his limp body, to which Thomas still clung, seemed a cold talisman–that not only would those dreams of a hopeful future never come to pass, but that life had never been that way in the first place. That even in escape, dreary days lay ahead. A life of sorrow. His returning memories were sketchy at best. But not much good floated in the muck. Thomas reeled in the pain, locked it somewhere deep inside him. He did it for Teresa. For Newt and Minho. Whatever darkness awaited them, they’d be together, and that was all that mattered right then. . James Dashner

A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It hurt. It hurt bad. If he’d thought his headache downstairs had been tough, this was like three or four of those, all smashed into a coil of pain right there in his shoulder. And spreading through the rest of his body. Newt was at his side, looking down with worried eyes.“ He shot me.” It just came out, a new number one on the list of the dumbest things he’d ever said. The pain, like living metal staples running through his insides, pricking and scratching with their little sharp points. He felt his mind going dark for the second time that day. James Dashner

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

What about the contacts your mum had?” his dad asked.“ I rang and spoke to four very polite computers who gave me all these options and then cut out on me. Then I tried the post office, because they were advertising, and I spoke to another computer. Very rude, that one. Don’t think it recognized ‘Are you shitting me?’ as an option.”“ You know why that is?”“ Why is that, Dominic?” Tom had asked drolly, because he knew he was going to be told why.“ Because we don’t live in a society anymore, Tom. We live in an economy. We’re not citizens. We’re customers. That’s what this government’s done to us. Melina Marchetta

Social psychologist argued that even severe mental illness was the result of society labeling unusual behavior rather than of biochemical processes. Thomas J. Scheff

The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature's own heart - all else is wind in comparison. Thomas Carlyle

It’s your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I’m sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times” - Dr. Paige James Dashner

I'm so sorry, " he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. "I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say." Me...too, " she whispered. "i only ever... cared for..." And then Thomas was being dragged away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone. James Dashner

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

Sandra.”“Thomas, I….”“You called.” He sounded concerned.“ Yes, I….”“Why are you calling? Are you harmed?”“ No….”“ Are you rescheduling our Saturday lunch?”“ No….”“ Is this an emergency?”“ Stop asking questions and just listen.”“ Why are you calling?” I sighed, rolled my eyes. This was why I never called Thomas. “I need your help.”“ Do you need money?”“ Thomas, I swear, if you ask me another question, I will secretly switch your caffeinated with decaf during Saturday lunch at least three times over the next six months.” I could tell he was thinking about my threat, weighing it against the compulsion of his curiosity.  Belatedly he said, “Proceed . Penny Reid

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

He loved you. Marie Lu

I'm so sorry, " he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too, " she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for... James Dashner

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better Melina Marchetta

Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. “What you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you’re pretty good at that. James Dashner

I remember remembering, ” she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. “Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they’re empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you. James Dashner

Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he’d had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay. But he was still wary. He knew he’d been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. “I remember enough to be ashamed of myself, ” he admitted. “But living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It’s just not right. James Dashner

Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems. Katie Mcgarry

He who feeds you, controls you Thomas Sankara

Taste good?” Brenda asked as she dug into her own food. “Please. I’d push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff, ” Thomas said. “I’d kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad.” “Guess my mom doesn’t have much of a chance if she’s ever standing between us and a grocery store.” “Guess not. James Dashner

People are going to think I'm morbid, loving all these sad books. I actually don't mind a happy ending in a novel–certainly, it's nice when it happens. But when you've invested so much time and your fingers have pushed through all that paper and you get to the end…well, a tragic ending kind of goes with the tragedy of finishing a book. Julia L. Roberts

Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst, and cold. Thomas Jefferson

Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend. Jessica Fortunato

The sound of you, it offends me. Abomination, I command you to be silent. Thomas E. Sniegoski

Does it help?” he asks. “The e-mailing.” She nods. “A tiny bit. It’s strange. You’re writing a letter to someone who’s never going to read it, so it kind of frees you up a bit. Melina Marchetta

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

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. “You’re–we’re–doing the right thing.”“ I don’t think there is a right or wrong anymore, ” Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. “Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible. James Dashner

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies. James Dashner

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

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