the-hunger-games

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?_ I say.__ don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,_ he says.__ou should wake me,_ I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.__t's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,_ he says. __'m okay once I realize you're here.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Why...do you find this...distracting?

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

You call that a kiss?

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Our lives aren't just measured in years. They're measured in the lives of people we touch around us

I know we promised Haymitch, we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle.' 'Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn't he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?' says Peeta. 'With all that alcohol in him, it's probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,' I say.

Para que haya traición debe haber primero confianza.

This place is packed with beautiful hipsters. While the Coney Island bombast radiated sincerity, everything here seems more ironic. When someone in the crowd ironically chants, 'USA!' someone else ironically chants back, 'Mother Russia.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude _ that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

Because...because...she came here with me.

You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real.