Panicked Quotes

“When you're scared, you stay as you are!”
― Stephen Richards

“You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.”
― J. Cornell Michel, Jordan's Brains: A Zombie Evolution

“What did he do to you?”

“This,” I said, holding up my hand. There was a shattering noise as Renee dropped her plate. 

“It’s on her right hand,” Darah pointed out.

“Oh,” Renee said, leaning down to get the plate. “So I broke a plate for nothing.”
― Chelsea M. Cameron, My Favorite Mistake

“If your options are closing-in around you and you feel panicked, scared and helpless, this is the time for action.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

“...he had to find her, or else he'd crumple up and die...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“As I scanned the crowd, my eyes met with those of a masked faerie across the path. One was russet and shone as brightly as his red hair. The other was- metal. I blinked at the same moment he did, and then his eyes went wide. He vanished into nothing, and a second later, someone grabbed my elbow and yanked me out of the crowd.

'Have you lost your senses?' Lucien shouted above the drums. His face was ghostly pale. 'What are you doing here?'

None of the faeries noticed us- they were all staring intensely down the path, away from the cave. 'I wanted to-' I started, but Lucien cursed violently.

'Idiot!' he yelled at me, then glanced behind him toward where the other faeries stared. 'Useless human fool.' Without further word, he slung me over his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes.

Despite my wriggling and shouts of protest, despite my demands than he get my horse, he held firm, and when I looked up, I found that he was running- fast. Faster than anything should be able to move. It made me so nauseated that I shut my eyes. He didn't stop until the air was cooler and calmer, and the drumming was distant.

Lucien dropped me on the floor of the manor hallway, and when I steadied myself, I found his face just as pale as before. 'You stupid mortal,' he snapped. 'Didn't he tell you to stay in your room?' Lucien looked over his shoulder, toward the hills, where the drumming became so loud and fast that it was like a rainstorm.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Cassian was halfway up the dried riverbed when stones crunched and clacked behind him.

He whirled to find Nesta facedown. Not moving.

He swore, rushing down the stony path, and slid to his knees before her. The sharp stones bit his legs through his pants, but he didn't care, not as he turned her over, his heart thundering.

She'd fainted. His relief was a primal thing in him, settling, but-

He hadn't looked back at her in hours. Filmy white crusted her lips; her skin was flushed and sweaty. He grabbed for the canteen at his belt, unscrewing the cap, and pulled her head into his lap. 'Drink,' he ordered, opening her mouth for her, his blood roaring in his ears.

Nesta stirred, but didn't fight him when he poured a little water down her throat. It was enough to have her opening her eyes. They were glazed.

Cassian demanded, 'When was the last time you had water?'

Her eyes sharpened. The first time she'd really looked at him in three solid days. But she only took the canteen and drank deep, draining it.

When she'd finished, she groaned, pushing herself from his lap, but only onto her side.

He snapped, 'You should have been drinking water throughout the day.'

She stared at the rocks around them.

He couldn't stand that look- the vacancy, the indifference, as if she no longer really cared whether she lived or died here in the wild.

His stomach twisted. Instinct bellowed at him to wrap himself around her, to comfort and soothe, but another voice, an ancient and wise voice, whispered to keep going. One more mountain, that voice said. Just one more mountain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames