The beauty of this idea is that my decision to keep Peeta alive at the expense of my own life is itself an act of defiance. A refusal to play the Hunger Games by the Capitol's rules. My private agenda dovetails completely with my public one. And if I really could save Peeta... in terms of a revolution, this would be ideal. Because I will be more valuable dead. They can turn me into some kind of martyr for the cause and paint my face on banners, and it will do more to rally people than anything I could do if I was living. But Peeta would be more valuable alive, and tragic, because he will be able to turn his pain into words that will transform people.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés inspirational words love games fire hunger tragic katniss peeta capitol valuable catching
between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she looks out into her audience and tells the story about her mother. Most people laugh and yell for her to lift her skirts, but every so often she'll spot someone weeping and swear they can understand her every word.
David SedarisMots clés sad cruel tragic unaware
Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul.
Faraaz KaziIt’s just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can’t bear it anymore, but where will I go?
Faraaz KaziMots clés love romance sad tragic
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.
Faraaz KaziMots clés love misunderstandings tragic sad-love love-story
Love me, even if it’s a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye.
Faraaz KaziMots clés love sad goodbye tragic
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Faraaz KaziMots clés love sad tragic sad-love woe
That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life.
Faraaz KaziHe did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
Faraaz KaziMots clés love memory sad tragic
If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.
Faraaz KaziMots clés pain love sad tragic
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