I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.
Suzanne CollinsDesperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.
Suzanne CollinsTo me, there's no point in talking about things that might have been.
Suzanne CollinsAnd then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You can see the realization of this as the screens begin to pop into blackness. It's too late, though. In the confusion they didn't cut us off in time. Everyone has seen.
Suzanne CollinsYes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.
Suzanne CollinsTags: hopelessness
I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands.
Suzanne CollinsDo i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.
Suzanne CollinsEn lo más profundo del prado, allí, bajo el sauce,
hay un lecho de hierba, una almohada verde suave;
recuéstate en ella, cierra los ojos sin miedo
y, cuando los abras, el sol estará en el cielo.
Este sol te protege y te da calor,
las margaritas te cuidan y te dan amor,
tus sueños son dulces y se harán realidad
y mi amor por ti aquí perdurará.
En lo más profundo del prado, bien oculta,
hay una capa de hojas, un rayo de luna.
Olvida tus penas y calma tu alma,
pues por la mañana todo estará en calma.
Este sol te protege y te da calor,
las margaritas te cuidan y te dan amor.
Tus sueños son dulces y se harán realidad
y mi amor por ti aquí perdurará.
Tags: espanol los-juegos-del-hambre
No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
Suzanne CollinsTags: gale-hawthorne
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
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