Hunger Games Quotes

No matter what I do, I’m hurting someone…

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Some (updated) Katniss and Peeta paper dolls!

Minimalist posters → Peeta Mellark
“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”   

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In the morning, he sits stoically as I clean the cuts, but digging the thorn from his paw brings on a round of those kitten mews. We both end up crying again, only this time we comfort each other. On the strength of this, I open the letter Haymitch gave me from my mother, dial the phone number, and weep with her as well. Peeta, bearing a warm loaf of bread, shows up with Greasy Sae. She makes up breakfast and I feed all my bacon to Buttercup. 

-Mockingjay p.386-387 

I can’t argue that Finnick isn’t one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet. But I can honestly say he’s never been attractive to me. Maybe he’s too pretty, or maybe he’s too easy to get, or maybe it’s that he’d just be too easy to lose. 

-Catching Fire p.209

So it’s almost entertaining to see Caesar Flickerman, the eternal host of the Hunger Games, with his painted face and sparkly suit, preparing to give an interview. Until the camera pulls back and I see that his guest is Peeta. 

A sound escapes me. The same combination of gasp and groan that comes from being submerged in water, deprived of oxyen to the point of pain. I push people aside until I am right in front of him, my hand resting on the screen. I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony of torture. There is nothing. Peeta looks healthy to the point of robustness. His skin is glowing, flawless, in that full-body-polish way. His manner’s composed, serious. I can’t reconcile this image with the battered, bleeding boy who haunts my dreams. 

-Mockingjay p.20-21

Johanna keeps watch while Finnick, Peeta, and I clean and lay out the seafood. Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.

“No, it doesn’t,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that’s how a clueless Effie trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into peals by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain. 

-Catching Fire p. 365

Was anyone else upset by the lack of an explanation for when Peeta tossed Katniss the bread in the movie?

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