These are random lines and/or dialogue in Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay. I can't help it. I reread the trilogy and I found myself more obsessed over it. So, I picked up some stuffs. :D
Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.
That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am free to act as desperately as I wish.
We are not just beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. We star-crossed lovers from District
12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving.
“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”
I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Pretty awful, huh?” says Peeta. He’s watching me closely.
“So-so.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.
..by teaming up with him, I’ve made myself far more vulnerable than when I was alone.
He understands I don't want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send
my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone.
Safe. Here. With me. In a minute I can touch him. See his smile. Hear his laugh.
For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me...no one could do that.
A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.
"I think...you still have no idea. The effect you can have."
So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.
"No, it's not okay for either of you. But I'm not asking anyone's permission."
To set a precedent, I guess. So that if in the future she ever fell from grace, it would be
understood that presidents--even the most despicable--get special treatment. Who knows,
after all, when her own power might fade?
That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself.
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 only Peeta
can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I say, "Real."
And with a little extra help, some food, the right weapon, why should I count myself out of the Games?
He is luring you in to make you easy prey. The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.
“Remember, they already love you,” he says gently. “Just be yourself.”
“Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,” I say.
“So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?”
I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.”
"They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love,"
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
Still, the sensation's so unexpected and sweet I cling to it, if only for a few moments.
Power. I have a kind of power I never knew I possessed.
My fingers wrap around Gale's wrist. "Do not leave my side," I say under my breath.
"I'm right here," he answers quietly.
"So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask.
"Whatever it takes to break you."
What will break me? What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair,
beyond usefulness? I mention it to no one, but it devours my waking hours...
You don't destroy what you want to acquire in the future.
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
That you do love him. I'm not saying in what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But
anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him.
"I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things."-Gale
Maybe it's more than the festivities. Maybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen
that we want to be part of it.
It takes a long time before I get to the bottom of why I'm so upset. When I do, it's almost too mortifying to
admit... Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.
And I hate him for 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.
Destroying things is much easier than making them.
He’s very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances, but at the moment only provides an extra obstacle.
“Thanks for finding me.”
“You would have found me if you could,”
I’m just going to have to trust that whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one.
"Who can’t lie, Peeta?” I say, even though he can’t hear me.
It doesn’t matter. The rest of Panem can. (after drugging Peeta to sleep so she can go out alone to face the err.. enemies. Peeta won't let her.)
Oh, Gale, I think. If only you had my back now . . .
...thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking only of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.
I open my mouth, planning to start off with some kind of joke, and burst into tears.
So much for being strong.
Given the circumstances, I guess I deserve one day of indulgence.
“I don’t know, I just . . . couldn’t bear the thought of .. . being without him.”
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
So thankful to have someone else on my side, even if it's only temporarily.
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