Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.
You're hideous, you know that, right?
I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.
You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't have a fully loaded weapon next to you round the clock. But I think it's time you flipped this little scenario in your head. If you'd been taken by the Capitol, and hijacked, and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?" demands Haymitch. I fall silent. It isn't. It isn't how he would be treating me at all. He would be trying to get me back at any cost. Not shutting me out, abandoning me, greeting me with hostility at every turn.
The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.
And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.
This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.
I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she'll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.
For the last year his grandma had been slipping in and out of reality. One minute she was as clear as a bell and the next she was calling him Simon. Who was Simon? He had no idea.
Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.
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.
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 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.
Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous.
People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.
Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.
for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts.
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
No one really needs me,” he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice...“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.
Thank you for you consideration
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.
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead
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