My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

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.

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.

I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much".

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

It was always my intention to direct. I went to film school. And then I wanted to know how to work with actors, so I went to acting school. And then by the end of that, I caught the bug.

Courtesy which oft is found in lowly sheds, with smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls and courts of princes, where it first was named.

They never predict anything fun," Granuaile answered. "Just once I'd like to hear a prophet tell someone, 'Thou shalt win a bitchin' Camaro on a game show.

There's no denying that Caruso came with a voice?that Beethoven came with music in his soul, Picasso was drawing like an angel in the crib.You're born with it.

I can always go back to waiting tables, but I won't be very good at it. I'll never be good at it.

I helped Messi and I know he will do the same with Neymar.