Quotes About Peeta

It's the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.

The sun eventually rises, it's light slipping through the cracks and illuminating Peeta's face. Who will he transform into if we make it home? This perplexing, good-natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly the whole of Panem believes him to be hopelessly in love with me, and I'll admit it, there are moments when he makes me believe it myself?

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

No," Finnick repeats. 'Because whatever happened in the past is the past. And no one in this arena was a victor by chance.' He eyes Peeta for a moment. 'Except maybe Peeta.' Finnick knows then what Haymitch and I know. About Peeta. Being truly, deep-down better than the rest of us.

No, true story," Peeta says. "And I said, 'A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?' And he said, 'Because when he sings... even the birds stop to listen.

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.

And she's very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

It feels like such a luxury, sleeping with Peeta again.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

I welcome the blizzard, with its ferocious winds and deep, drifting snow. This may be enough to keep the real wolves, also known as the Peacekeepers, from my door. A few days to think. To work out a plan. With Gale and Peeta and Haymitch all at hand. This blizzard is a gift.

For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you — the tributes of District Twelve!

A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta's child could be safe.

And that was the voice of Peeta

Things pick up for me once they've announced two tributes from the same district can live and I shout out Peeta's name and then clap my hands over my mouth.

No lo entiende —dice Peeta, dirigiéndose a Haymitch y poniendo los ojos en blanco—. No entiende el efecto que ejerce en los demás.

Ugh. Peeta makes comments like this in such an offhand way,

Peeta!" says Delly. "It's so nice to see you out . . . and about.

I'm glad now I have Peeta to clutch for balance, he is so steady, solid as a rock.

Las piezas todavía no han encajado del todo, pero siento que se forma un plan, que no ha aceptado su muerte. Ya está luchando por seguir vivo, lo que significa, además, que el bueno de Peeta Mellark, el chico que me dio el pan, está luchando por matarme.

Bueno..., Peeta..., bienvenido de nuevo. —Imagino que no pensabas volver a entrevistarme, Caesar —responde Peeta, sonriendo un poco.

I have the pearl, though, secured in a parachute with the spile and the medicine at my waist. I hope it makes it back to District 12. Surely my mother and Prim will know to return it to Peeta before they bury my body.