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.

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

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.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

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

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

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.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

What you think repeatedly will happen almost certainly.

part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss you

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

To everything there is a season A time for every purpose under heaven.... A time to weep and a time to laugh A time to mourn and a time to dance.

The present will not long endure.

Data is the new oil? No: Data is the new soil.

We pray that every field of science may contribute in bringing happiness - not disaster - to human beings.

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy.

My style when I was 17 was very low-key with jeans, T-shirts, and Converse. I was signed to a major record label by then, so I had stylists helping me.

You can never achieve anything in a house unless you have things that have been passed down and you find a place for them for yourself.