My dreams are nothing I want to remember, full of people I must never forget. I visit death after death. It’s a relief to be woken up.
Warmblood now a bloodborne death,Will rob your body of it’s breathMark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
Embrace the probability of your imminent death….and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!” There‘s dead silence on the set. It goes on. And on. Finally, the intercom crackles and Haymitch‘s acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, “And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.
But I don’t know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
She’s not here, I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim. At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. Get out! He dodges the pillow I throw at him. Go away! There’s nothing left for you here! I start to shake, furious with him. She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again! I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.
We could do it, you know.”
“What?”
“Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.
Katniss: ‘What about you? Ive seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour’. I snap at himTell him that. Thats not nothing.Peeta: Yes and Im sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.
You have a… remarkable memory.”
“I remember everything about you. You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.
There’s a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,’ he says. ‘Done,’ I say.’Did you follow it at all today?’ he asks in exasperation.’Who knows? I’m mentally disoriented.’ I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it’s gone. ‘See? I can’t even remember they took my bracelet.’ (Katniss and Boggs)
It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it’s a gigantic cake-
Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness…except possibly when it comes to you.
You can swim, too. he says. Where did you learn that in District Twelve?We have a very big bathtub.
Sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
Because I’m selfish. I’m a coward. I’m the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die.
That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.
Suzanne Collins
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.
An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.
Suzanne Collins
Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine, but I don’t even know what your favorite color is?
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.