Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

Shuck it, ” Minho responded. “I’m tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin’ butt with twice this pain.” Thomas shrugged. “I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

They called you the Glue""The Glue?""Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

Didn't know you could measure distance so well with nothing but you bloody eyeballs

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.

Owr brave little shank!

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.

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.

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

Don't ignore the love you DO have in your life by focusing on the love you DON'T.

Society reproduces itself antagonistically.

I have no desire whatever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform people who try to reform me. And I believe that the only way to reform people is to kill 'em.

More compassionate mind, more sense of concern for other's well-being, is source of happiness.

I think the approach of the character for us is the same in a silent movie as in a talking movie because we had balance, we had lines to learn.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

You can go to the doctor a million times if you're feeling down, and get nowhere, but if you go for a run it makes you feel really good.

I don't make promises.

Sometimes, I see and hear stories, especially those that involve children, and I wonder if this is hell and we are trying to get into heaven.