Sam picks the stone up and clenches his entire body in deep concentration. Nothing happens. " Oh come on," he says to the stone. " I promise to use it for the power of good. No girls' locker rooms, I swear.
My experiences have taught me that things rarely improve with a simple change of scenery.
I don't know; I still like the name Six. Maren Elizabeth was when I was a different person, and right now Six just feels right. It can be short for something if someone asks." Sam looks over. "For what? Sixty?
I'm going to kill them all
Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you're doing.
All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.
Where are you originally from?" "The planet Lorien, three hundred million miles away." "Must have been a long trip, John Smith." "Took almost a year. Next time I'm bringing a book.
One of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.
You can let your anger destroy you, or you can use it for something.
There are rules for hiding in plain sight. The first rule, or at least the one that Sandor repeats most often, is "Don't be stupid." I'm about to break that rule by taking off my pants.
I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.
A wise man once told me that only by leaving someone good can you meet someone better.
You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.
If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.
And that's about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.
That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they're right beside you and you miss them anyway.
A place is only as good as the people in it.
The key to change is letting go of the fear.
He who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it.
There's no set futures, only the one we make." - Marina / Seven
I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.
When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.
Never lose faith in yourself, and never lose hope; remember, even when this world throws its worst and then turns its back, there is still always hope.
We don't have to be defined by the things we did or didn't do in our past. Some people allow themselves to be controlled by regret. Maybe it's a regret, maybe it's not. It's merely something that happened. Get over it.
Did you know Johnny thinks he's Pittacus resurrected?
I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.
Life is but a fine wine to be sipped and favored.
We will not conquer our obstacles by running away from them. Speed does not matter, just that we do not stop.
I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.
Nine, now eight. Are the rest of you out there?
You can't escape what you are, but you also should know what you could be. Why you're fighting.
Wow, Johnny. I send you out for reinforcements and you come back with an old man, a nerd and this little hobbit guy. Great job.
Sometimes you can hide just as effectively by sticking out.
That ugly freak has spent so much time in my head, I should be charging him rent." -Four
During the fire: 'Some of the drunker ones don't move. Some of them laugh. One person says, "Where's the marshmallows?" Mark slaps him across the face. "GET OUT!" he screams.
Nine lies on his back, groaning. His chest is shredded from where Eight slashed him, he's got a fresh black eye, and I think I notice a trickle of blood from where I struck him with his staff. Suddenly, his groans turn to laughter. "That was awesome!" Nine hollers.
I am an alien, I have extraordinary powers, with more to come, and I can do things that no human would dream of, but I still look like a fool.
The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
In the beginning we were a group of nine. Three are gone, dead. There are six of us left. They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all. I am Number Four. I know that I am next.
I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.