Quotes About Authenticity

I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people. The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me, why I belong to them.

At once, it's clear I cannot gush. We try me playing cocky, but I just don't have the arrogance. Apparently, I'm too "vulnerable" for ferocity. I'm not witty. Funny. Sexy. Or mysterious By the end of the session, I am no one at all.

Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.

I don't know how to say it exactly. Only...I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?' he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. 'I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.

Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?

I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to...to show the Capitol that they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games

I've no use for liars. What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

Así que, después, cuando me susurra: -Me amas. ¿Real o no? Yo respondo: -Real.

I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me in some kind of monster that I'm not.

No fancy hair and clothes, no flaming capes. Just me. Looking like I could be headed for the woods. It calms me." - Katniss

In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Gale. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as I climb the hills

I want to die as myself.

That he is telling me the truth about what he feels.

You love me. Real or not real?

Why don't you just be yourself? … No one can help but admire your spirit." s ~ The Hunger Games

I'm also giggling, which I think I've done maybe never in my lifetime.

am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

Així doncs, quan després em xiuxiueja: — M'estimes. Real o no real? Jo li dic: — Real.

I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.

Maybe he just sees me as I really am. I have to get some sleep.

You love me. Real or not real? Real.

So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real".

I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.