Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They’re very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them.
In school, they tell us the Capitol was built in a place once called the Rockies. District 12 was in a region known as Appalachia. Even hundreds of years ago, they mined coal here. Which is why our miners have to dig so deep.
So this is where stylists go when they’ve outlived their use. To sad theme underwear shops where they wait for death.
I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.
If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.
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 don’t you let your guard down for a second because you think anything’s inevitable.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren’t responsible for your actions.
Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.
They’re already taking my future! They can’t have the things that mattered to me in the past!
I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane’s name on it...
I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I’ve been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.
You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
Aim higher in case you fall short.
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.
Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel. “You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,” Haymitch says.
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.
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.