James Dashner Quotes

“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.”

“Mists may blur vision, Doubts to lies are heavy mists, Truth clears for all ways." ~ Angelica Hopes, Haikuan excerpt from If I Could Tell You”

“A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”

“You do see me crossing the meadowstiff and dead from the mist?I long for that home,that home I've never had,and without any hopethat I'll ever be able to reach it.For such a home, never touched,I carry that longing that willnever die, like that meadow diesstiff and dead from the mist.You do see me crossing it, full of dread?”

“Dreams, after all, are insubstantial things, like mist itself.”

“Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.”

“Space between thoughts is the meditative silence where greatness is created.” - Anishka - Songs of the Mist”

“Most of the things that remain tied to earth do not know that they have hidden wings under the hard shell of life” - The Monk in the book "Songs of the Mist”

“Passion focuses your mind to one thing that you are doing and leaves no space for something else to enter” - Ashutosh in the book "Songs of the Mist”

“In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre”