Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games Quotes
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
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.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.
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.
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.
I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.
I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.
When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.
Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.
You have a... remarkable memory.""I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.
Yeah, about that, ” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.
I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often, " he says. "They suit you.
We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.
It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.""Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-
And when again it’s morning, they’ ll wash away. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm
I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence.
His face and arms are so artfully disguised as to be invisible. I kneel beside him. “I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.” Peeta smiles. “Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.
It's my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I expected it, he's inviting us to a feast.