Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you.
Suzanne CollinsBecause when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés music
But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.
Suzanne CollinsBut Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "They’re just songbirds. Right?"
"Yeah, I guess so,” I said, But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.
Mots clés hunger-games
Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.
Suzanne CollinsIt's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes.
Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color."
The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.
Mots clés hawthorne mockingjay octavia posy
They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.
Suzanne CollinsBecause I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés life
Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés hunger-games-peeta
He frosted under heavy guard.
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