In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, beginning of destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I can't guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished there most likely be nothing left. So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair.
Suzanne CollinsAnd then there was Tick. Brave little Tick, who had flown into the faces of an army of rats to save his baby sister. Tick - who never spoke much. Tick - who shared her food. Tick - who was after all just a roach. Just a roach who had given all the time she had left so that Boots could have more. Gregor pressed Boots's fingers against his lips and felt scalding tears begin to slide down his cheeks. He hadn't cried, not the whole time he'd been down here, and there had been plenty of bad stuff. But somehow Tick's sacrifice had crushed whatever thin shell remained between him and sorrow.
Suzanne CollinsYou're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't have a fully loaded weapon next to you round the clock. But I think it's time you flipped this little scenario in your head. If you'd been taken by the Capitol, and hijacked, and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?" demands Haymitch. I fall silent. It isn't. It isn't how he would be treating me at all. He would be trying to get me back at any cost. Not shutting me out, abandoning me, greeting me with hostility at every turn.
Suzanne CollinsWe're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.
Suzanne CollinsLiving out here, I have found that many creatures would prefer not to fight. But if your first instinct is to reach for your sword, you will never discover that.
Suzanne CollinsBut Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "Theyโre just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,โ I said, But itโs not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadnโt counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadnโt anticipated its will to live.
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