Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.
Doors are for those who lack enemies.
The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.
If you die and i live there’s no life for me back in District 12. You’re my whole life. I would never be happy again.
Just because people starve in a book, doesn’t mean that we will starve in the future...
How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.
I’m more than just a piece in their Games.
What? My head doctor says I’m not supposed to censor my thoughts. It’s part of my therapy.
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?
No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.
Stay with me. Always.
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.
Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It’s jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.
The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.
Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. “you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first.” Of course I do. Gale.