You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.
Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.
You're hideous, you know that, right?
So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.
Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.
Our lives are not just measured in years. They are measured in the lives we touch around us.
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.
I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.
And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.
When you're in the arena. . . you just remember who the enemy is" - Haymitch
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.
Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.
