Quotes About Adversity

say "nightlock,

But there are much worse games to play.

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.

Life in District 12 isn't really so different from life in the arena. At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.

Haymitch isn't among our company. When I ask Plutarch about his absence, he just shakes his head and says, "He couldn't face it." "Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely," I say. "I think his actual words were 'I couldn't face it without a bottle,' " says Plutarch.

Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack.

Is that what happened to you?

Katniss blew it out, Peeta,

I'm not too upset to answer that.

Katniss, het is niet alleen deze reis. - Haymitch

Suzanne Collins

it's remarkable they survived at all.

I give the people of 13 something I have withheld from them: credit. For staying alive against all odds.

One time, when I was in a hide in a tree, waiting motionless for game to wander by, I dozed off and fell three metres to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything. That

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.

Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly — as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me — then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

and I try to return to the deep to make sense of them. But there's no going back. Gradually, I'm forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.

Suzanne Collins

The headache's coming on and my thoughts begin to tangle. I shut my eyes and start to recite silently. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is alive. He is a traitor but alive. I have to keep him alive. . . . The list. It still seems too small. I should try to think bigger,

Si es mor, mai no acabaré de tornar a casa, realment. Em passaré la resta de la vida en aquesta arena, mirant de sortir-ne.

I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,

The body can do amazing things in a situation when it is really called for.

How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?" I ask. "Keep going," Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that.