Quotes About Suffering

As happy as some daydream would make him, it only made returning to reality more painful.

thinking that he's being tortured specifically to incapacitate me is unendurable. And it's under the weight of this revelation that I truly begin to break.

somos los trágicos amantes del Distrito 12, los que han sufrido tanto y han disfrutado tan poco de la recompensa de su victoria, los que no buscan el favor de los admiradores, ni los agasajan con sonrisas, ni aceptan sus besos. No perdonamos. Y me encanta. Por fin soy yo misma.

Però quins són els pitjors dolors? Per a mi, sempre és el dolor del moment.

you did, I think. With a few inches of my flesh. While we wait for the elevators, Johanna unzips the

It's enough to die of

A veces, Coriolanus se preguntaba si los debajan allí para recordarles a los ciudadanos lo que habían sufrido. La gente tenía muy mala memoria. Era necesario que esquivaran escombros, que arrancaran los mugrientos cupones de racionamiento y asistieran en los Juegos del Hambre para mantener la guerra viva en su recuerdo, El olvido daba lugar al exceso de confianza, y entonces volverían todos a la casilla de salida.

So what do you remember?" "You. In the rain," he says softly. "Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.

Everyone says I did. Everyone says that's why Snow had you tortured. To break me." "That's not an answer," he tells me.

One of my few pleasures in 13 is watching the handful of pampered Capitol "rebels" squirming as they try to fit in.

I'm getting the white liquor because a few weeks ago he ran out and there was none for sale and he had a withdrawal, shaking and screaming at terrifying things only he could see.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

The Covey believe you're put on earth to reduce the misery, not add to it. Do you think the Hunger Games are right?" she asked.

Games anyway. Who cares what they do to me? What really scares me is what they might do to my mother and Prim, how my family might suffer now because of my impulsiveness. Will they take their few belongings, or send my mother to prison and Prim to the community home, or kill them? They wouldn't kill them, would they? Why not? What do they

We're sideswiped by a gurney bearing an unconscious, emaciated young woman with a shaved head. Her flesh shows bruises and oozing scabs. Johanna Mason. Who actually knew rebel secrets. At least the one about me. And this is how she has paid for it.

No he dejado de temblar. Quizá la chica no se acuerde de mí, aunque sé que me engaño: no se te olvida la cara de la persona que era tu última esperanza. Me pregunto si disfrutará viéndome morir.

District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in

Me meto en una pesadilla de la que despierto sólo para encontrarme con algo aún peor. Las cosas que más miedo me dan, las cosas que más temo que le sucedan a los demás, se manifiestan con unos detalles tan vívidos que me parecen reales. Cada vez que me despierto pienso que por fin se ha acabado todo, pero no, tan sólo es el comienzo de un nuevo capítulo de torturas.

We blew up your mine. You burned my district to the ground. We've got every reason to kill each other. So do it. Make the Capitol happy. I'm done killing their slaves for them." "I'm not their slave," the man mutters. "I am," I say.

He staggers through the beautiful woods, holding his intestines in,

The snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. I

The snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. I can tell the Peacekeepers didn't know this was coming by the way they are yanking away the barricades, making a path to the children.

Com ho pots suportar? En Finnick em mira amb expressió d'incredulitat. —No puc, Katniss! És clar que no. M'allibero dels malsons cada matí per descobrir que l'estat de vigília tampoc no comporta cap alleujament —alguna cosa en la meva expressió fa que s'interrompi—. Més val no rendir-se. Costa deu vegades més recollir les miques d'un mateix que esmicolar-se.

think that; I know I should be grateful for the way we have been welcomed. Sick, wounded, starving, and empty-handed. Still, I can never get around the fact that District 13 was