Quotes About Compassion

And I know I'm not alone. As badly as I have hurt him,

Tell her," said Tigris, "that I am rooting for her." "Tell her," the Grandma'am added, "that we are all so sorry she has to die.

Many are still out on the street, trying to find shelter for the night. Those who live in the choice apartments of the inner city have not flung open their doors to house the displaced. On the contrary, most of them bolted their locks, drew their shutters, and pretended to be out.

Everything. That's what Peeta wants me to take from him.

the more I come to know these people, the worse it is. Because, on the whole, I don't hate them. And some I like. And a lot of them are so damaged that my natural instinct would be to protect them. But

Then the raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where his mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is please. Pity, not vengeance, sends my arrow flying into his skull. Peeta

I'm sorry. About screaming at you yesterday." "I've heard worse," she says. "You've seen how people are, when someone they love is in pain.

No digo que no sea duro, pero hay otras personas que harán que tu vida merezca la pena.

finger to my lips. "It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people

Looking at Prim's face, it's hard to imagine she's the same frail little girl I left behind on reapimg day nine months ago. The combination of that ordeal and all that has followed - the cruelty in the district, the parade of sick and wounded that she often treates herself now if my mother's hands are too full - these things have aged her years. She's grown quite a bit, too; we're practically the same height now, but that isn't what makes her seem so much older.

Katniss, gràcies per trobar-me.

Because no one has the right to treat them as they have been treated?

Remember who the real enemy is.

That I knew I'd misjudged you. That you do love him. I'm not saying in what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently.

I had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least, has some idea of what I'm going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

Like bait?" I say to the ceiling. "Like how they'll use Annie for bait, Finnick?" I can hear him weeping but I don't care.

To imagine that on either side we lack intelligence, strength, or courage would be a mistake." "But surely, you're not comparing our children to theirs?" asked Lucky. "One look tells you ours are a superior breed." "One look tells you ours have had more food, nicer clothing, and better dental care," said Dean Highbottom. "Assuming anything more, a physical, mental, or especially a moral superiority, would be a mistake.

You know how to kill." "Not people," I say. "How different can it be, really?" says Gale grimly.

Someone throws me a red rose. I catch it, give it a delicate sniff, and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss, as if it were a real and tangible thing.

A token of the boy with the bread. A

I know he's been through hell and back, and yet somehow the observation rubs me the wrong way. "Well, you've looked better.

And not even remotely nice. To say that to me after all I've been through." "Yeah. We've all been through a lot. And you're the one who was known for being nice. Not me.

Perhaps the people of District Twelve are not quite so bad as you paint them.

So what do you remember?" "You. In the rain," he says softly. "Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.