Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.

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.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

The star-crossed lovers

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

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.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit.

Action, not philosophy will get you going. Pick yourself up and move forward. That is the only way you can still enjoy life while you are blessed to be living it.

Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.

Never let anything come in between you and your Passion. Let negative people and backstabbers be the reason you put wood into your Fire and Motivate you to reach Above and Beyond

Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.

Mr. Darwin refers to the multitude of the individual of every species, which, from one cause or another, perish either before, or soon after attaining maturity.

Those of you that will be 21 by November the 12th, I ask for your support and your vote.

Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.

All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?