Quotes About Suffering

How you've both successfully struggled to overcome the barbarism of your district." Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter.

Por qué hizo falta que fuera lastimado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta? Porque soy egoísta. Soy una cobarde. Soy el tipo de chica que, cuando podría ser útil de verdad, huiría para seguir con vida y abandonaría a los que no la pudieran seguir para que sufrieran y murieran..

Safe to do what?" he says in a gentler tone. "Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping? You haven't hurt people — you've given them an opportunity.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children's lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like. Snow thought the Hunger Games were an efficient means of control. Coin thought the parachutes would expedite the war. But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.

I give up. Stop speaking, responding, refuse food and water. They can pump whatever they want into my arm, but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

The Capitol has no end of creative ways to kill people. I imagine these things and I'm terrified, but let's face it: They've been lurking in the back of my brain, anyway. I've been a tribute in the Games. Been threatened by the president. Taken a lash across my face. I'm already a target.

I can't help catching glimpses of us on the huge screens along the route, and we are not just beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. We star-crossed lovers from District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

And then it hits me. They already have. They have kiled her father in those wretched mines. They have sat by as she almost starved to death. They have chosen her as a tribute, then made her watch her sister fight to the death in the Games. She has been hurt far worse than I had at the age of twelve. And even that pales in comparison with Rue's life.

But that means the pups are starving to death, too. Not just the big rats," said Gregor. "Doesn't that bother you?" "Of course it bothers me!" Mareth shook his head and sighed. "It is so hard for you to know what it is like for us here, Gregor.

Ni vista, ni sonido, ni otra sensación que no sea el implacable ardor de la carne.

Un muto de fuego solo percibe una cosa: la agonía. Ni vista, ni sonido, ni otra sensación que no sea el implacable ardor de la carne.

Pero ¿cuál es el peor dolor? Para mí, siempre es el dolor que está presente.

lap the blood flowing from my wound, each lick

El odio que siento hacia él, hacia la chica fantasma, hacia todo, es tan real e inmediato que me ahoga. Gale es mío. Yo soy suya. Cualquier otra cosa es inconcebible. ¿Por qué hizo falta que fuera azotado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta?

Gradually, I'm forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.

En los distritos no tenemos hospitales de verdad, morimos en casa, lo que me resulta una perspectiva mucho más deseable que lo que tengo delante. Entonces recuerdo que muchas de estas personas habrán perdido sus hogares en los bombardeos.

We star crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory. We are unforgiving.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead. It would be best for everyone if I were dead. . . . When

Me pregunto si disfrutará viéndome morir.

You shoot me and go home and live with it!" And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Peeta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby.

Looking at Prim's face, it's hard to imagine she's the same frail little girl I left behind on reapimg day nine months ago. The combination of that ordeal and all that has followed - the cruelty in the district, the parade of sick and wounded that she often treates herself now if my mother's hands are too full - these things have aged her years. She's grown quite a bit, too; we're practically the same height now, but that isn't what makes her seem so much older.

It brings on the flood of images that torments me, awake or asleep. Peeta being tortured — drowned, burned, lacerated, shocked, maimed, beaten — as the Capitol tries to get information about the rebellion that he doesn't know. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.