Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner
Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner
I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.
We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.
At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them
For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.
I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia
It's not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.
No one knows what to do with you, girlie.
The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface.
Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.
And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through. I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.
Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.
I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.
Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.
Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now.
They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
A hysterical young woman with flowing brown hair is also called from 4, but she's quickly replaced by a volunteer, an eighty-year-old woman who needs a cane to walk to the stage
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.
It'd be better if he were easier to hate.
So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark
What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.
I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.
It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.
No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.
We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.
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.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
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!
I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could I'd bet on you
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.
One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.
You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person
A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.
Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.
I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
Whatever it takes to break you.
Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.
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