I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.
It's ideal really. They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise. Now let's go eat an awful lot.
I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen
Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.
As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You're still angry.” “And you're still not sorry,” I reply. "I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks. “No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him.
I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.
No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen
hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.
The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.
Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.
Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.
This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.
Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.
There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.
He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.
Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.
You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.
You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.
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