Quotes About Gratitude

Thank you for you consideration

Please, Coriolanus, I would never forget the favor.

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

Tucking my knees up to my chin, I wait for death. Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life. Then the ants bore into my eyes and I black out.

She shook her head in disbelief and laughed. "Okay, okay, everybody. This is . . . this is maybe the best night of my life.

Time to say thank you and farewell! trills Effie at my elbow. It's one of those moments when I just love her compulsive punctuality. We collect Cinna and Portia, and she escorts us around to say good-bye to important people, then herds us to the door.

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive," says Peeta.

He didn't bother to thank Ares. Somehow they were past thanking each other. Somehow it would almost be like thanking himself.

I feel like I owe him something, and I hate owing people.

We would all like you to know what a . . . privilege it has been to make you look your best.

Apparently, Peeta Mellark's information was sound and we owe him a great debt of gratitude.

Thank you for your consideration," I say. Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed.

Katniss, gràcies per trobar-me.

Mientras conducía a Coriolanus a la cocina, él se recordó que le autocontrol era una habilidad esencial y que debía sentirse agradecido por las oportunidades que su abuela le ofrecía todos los días para practicarlo.

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

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it." Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn't answer.

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

The sentiment is clear though. They are truly thrilled to see me and I'm happy to see them, too, although not like I was to see Cinna. It's more in the way one might be glad to see an affectionate trio of pets at the end of a particularly difficult day.

Maybe if I had thanked him at some point, I'd be feeling less conflicted now. I thought about it a couple of times, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself. And now it never will. Because we're going to be thrown into an arena to fight to the death. Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.

Who can look past the radiant faces of two people for whom this day was once a virtual impossibility?

it means that I will never stop owing Finnick Odair. Ever. So how can I kill him in his sleep?