People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

I will never give up if you never give in.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

Crying is not an option.