I just... I just miss him. And hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.
Fly you high.
Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness.
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.
As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there’s some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.
Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it... And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day.
Run like the river.
If I’m going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I’ll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I’m too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.
Panem et Circenses” translates into ‘Bread and Circuses.’ The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.
He hates me more,” says Peeta. “I don’t think people in general are his sort of thing.
Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. “Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.
By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. “I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.
Fire is catching!
I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
Stay with me.” As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don’t quite catch it.
The girl on fire.
I guess after tonight Boots won’t think the whole world is her friend,” thought Gregor. She had to find out sometime, but it still made him sad.
There’s something else there as well, something entirely her own. An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.
The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It’s exhilarating and I’m tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.
And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day,” she said. “Do you see?