Rick Yancey Quotes

Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.

He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square.

Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected

It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.

Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

The minute we decide that one person doesn´t matter anymore, they´ve won.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.

People die. Love endures.

Love is forever. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be love. The world is beautiful. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be the world.

You never know when the truth will come home. You can’t choose the time. The time chooses you.

Cities are more than the sum of their infrastructure. They transcend brick and mortar, concrete and steel. They're the vessels into which human knowledge is poured.

How baffling it is that we imagined cities incinerated by alien bombs and death rays when all they really needed was Mother Nature and time.

Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him."Um. Define okay." (Ben)"Okay means you're not bleeding to death.""I'm okay.

Our hearts, the war.Her body, the battlefield.

This is the first rule of the last war:Trust No One

Who wants to read a book when you can blow something up?

Without trust there's no cooperation. And without cooperation there's no progress. History stops.

We are humanity, the banner read. Wrong. We’re pale reflections of it, weak shadows, distant echoes.

Pain is necessary. Pain is life. Without pain there can be no joy.

You're never perfectly safe. No human being on Earth ever is or ever was. To live is to risk your life, your heart, everything.

The world existed for a very long time before this particular set of seven billion billion atoms came along and it will go right on after they're scattered up, down and sideways.

You can only call someone crazy if there's someone else who's normal.

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?Hell no.

If you don't kill all of us all at once, those who remain will not be the weak.It's the strong who remain, the bent but unbroken, like the iron rods that used to give this concrete its strength.

Nothing is more painful than the loneliness of being with someone who is never completely there.

To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

We have just discovered our dear colleague butchered in a hotel room, and you wish to discuss literature?

Too many people say something when they really have nothing to say.

You can't band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope.

In the 4th Wave, you can't trust that people are still people. But you can trust that your gun is still your gun.

This is what the Others have done to us. You can’t band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope. How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

My nose is broken, " I said. Damn that Dumbo. Made me self-conscious."My ankle's broken, " he said."Then I'll come to you.

The human brain has a marvelous capacity to screen and sort experience, protecting itself against the unbearable.

To conquer, you must endure not just your own suffering but the suffering of others. Indifference is the ultimate evolutionary achievement, the highest rung on nature's ladder.

The bent but unbroken ones.

With an enemy like that, who needs friends?

Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity.And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.

Sometimes in my tent, last at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping, against the sky.

The girl sleeping and the finisher, willing himself to finish her.Why didn't he finish her?Why couldn't he finish her?

The answer is they didn't. They aren't here, Razor. They never were it's just us. It's always been just us.

It's hopeless. And it's stupid. It's suicidal. But love is a weapon they have no answer for. They know how you think, but they can't know what you feel.

I've always sucked at games of chance. Always hated them for that reason.

There are some we cannot help but take an instant dislike to.

We regarded each other across an expanse wider than the universe, within a space thinner than a razor's edge.

Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.

This place can't be heaven, it doesn't have the right vibe.

It's always been this way, I wanted to tell him. We bear the unbearable. We endure the unendurable. We do what must be done until we ourselves are undone.