I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.
I'm going to be the Mockingjay.
Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person
If the careers want me, let them find me.
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark
And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.
My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.
Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.
Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.
You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
I can't argue that Finnick isn't one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet. But I can honestly say he's never been attractive to me. Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.
I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!
A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.
Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.
it is a perfect weapon
Courage only counts when you can count.
The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
It's just me and the Bane. And I'm fighting him because he killed all of those innocent mice and people, and I have to stop him. Not because Sandwich says so but because I say so.
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