Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.
Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.
The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.” -Katniss Everdeen
And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.
Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark
Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.
A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me. "I'm with the Mockingjay," he says.
Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.
A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.
But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?
I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?
How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?
I can't argue that Finnick isn't one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet. But I can honestly say he's never been attractive to me. Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.
Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.
How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it's only in the limited way that I can manage. But I never get the chance.
the evil thing is inside, not out.
Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.
We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?
How are you managing? And don't say you're fine." It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.
If the careers want me, let them find me.
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