Quotes About Determination

Even when people think you're wrong, you keep trying.

The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand. All my joints complain and my left leg has been asleep for so long that it takes several minutes of pacing to bring the feeling back into it.

Finnick has reached Peeta now and is towing him back, one arm across his chest while the other propels them through the water with easy strokes.

We won't go far. We'll use our own bows. You can have the meat for the kitchen," adds Gale.

He's fighting it, probably more for me than for him, and it's hard because unconsciousness would be its own form of escape. But the adrenaline pumping through my body would never allow me to follow him, so I can't let him go. I just can't.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it. Well,

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am free to act as desperately as I wish.

hope wasn't lost.

Peeta seemed to have been waging a sort of battle in his mind, fighting to get the message out.

I stare fixedly at the little black specks on the sheet. For a while, they're obscured by the residual blood droplets that I can't seem to wipe from my vision. Slowly, the words come into focus.

I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.

No forma part de la meva naturalesa rendir-me sense lluitar, encara que les coses semblin impossibles.

As Finnick moves to take my seat before the camera, Haymitch tells him, "You don't have to do this." "Yes, I do. If it will help her." Finnick balls up his rope in his hand. "I'm ready.

So, how about that training score. E-le-ven.

I will give no one that satisfaction

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. 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.

Thinking you're so fine. Thinking you can have mine. Thinking you're in control. Thinking you'll change me, maybe rearrange me. Think again, if that's your goal, 'Cause . . .

No, sir, Nothing you can take from me is worth dirt. Take it, 'cause I'd give it free. It won't hurt. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping!

Avançar lentament és millor que no avançar gens.

He says he'd like to see you." I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet. My palms press into the wall to steady myself. This wasn't part of the plan. I wrote Peeta off in 2. Then I was to go to the Capitol, kill Snow, and get taken out myself. The gunshot was only a temporary setback.

There was no choice, ultimately.

the red taillights. "Then you can't fail.

You've got to stop that," I say. But since I'm already scooping up the stuff, it's not too convincing

Més val no rendir-se. Costa deu vegades més recollir les miques d'un mateix que esmicolar-se.