Quotes About Arena

No saben qué, Katniss? ¿Que los tributos (que son los verdaderos niños de esta historia, no tu trío de raros) se ven obligados a luchar hasta morir? ¿Que ibas a la arena para entretener a la gente? ¿Era eso un gran secreto en el Capitolio?

Coriolanus thought about what it had felt like to be in the arena, where there were no rules, no laws, no consequences to one's actions. The needle of his moral compass had swung madly without direction. Fueled by the terror of being prey, how quickly he himself had become a predator, with no reservations about smashing Bobbin to death. He'd transformed, all right, but not into anything he was proud of.

Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They,

Peeta will ask Haymitch to let him go into the arena with me no matter what. For my sake. To protect me.

I want the audience to recognize you when you're in the arena," says Cinna dreamily. "Katniss, the girl who was on fire.

Per quanto ti faccia star male, dovrai uccidere qualcuno, perché nell'arena hai un solo desiderio, che costa molto caro.» «Ti costa la vita» conclude Caesar. «Oh, no, ti costa molto più della vita. Assassinare persone innocenti?» dice Peeta. «Ti costa tutto ciò che sei.»

Tik paskui suvokiau, k? tai reiškia. Bent jau man. 12-a apygarda turi 3 nugal?tojus, iš kuri? reikia rinktis. Du vyrus ir vien? moter?... Aš gr?žtu ? aren?.

bueno, primero tienes que imaginar cómo era estar en la arena. Era como ser un insecto atrapado bajo un cuenco lleno de aire hirviendo.

Arenaya ç?kt???nda gerçek dü?man?n kim oldu?unu unutma. Hepsi bu.

Because whatever happened in the past is in the past. And no one in this arena was a victor by chance." He

Que empiecen los Septuagésimo Cuartos Juegos del Hambre, Cato —pienso—. Que empiecen de verdad».

Mantenerme con vida? Entonces lo entiendo: los Juegos no han terminado. Salimos de la arena, pero como no nos mataron, su último deseo de proteger mi vida sigue en pie.

Peeta. On the rooftop the night before our first Hunger Games. He understood it all before we'd even set foot in the arena.

Then there's Finnick Odair, the sex symbol from the fishing district, who kept Peeta alive in the arena when I couldn't. They want to transform Finnick into a rebel leader as well, but first they'll have to get him to stay awake for more than five minutes.

the disruption of the broadcast. Beetee's glad we find the plan hard to follow, because then our enemies will, too. "Like your electricity trap in the arena?" I ask. "Exactly. And see how well that worked out?" says Beetee. Well . . . not

Let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he's bristling with aggression. (That's how I've been since I left the arena, with Peeta alive.)

We both know they have to have a victor.

Finnick Odair, the sex symbol from the fishing district, who kept Peeta alive in the arena when I couldn't. They want to transform Finnick into a rebel leader as well, but first they'll have to get him to stay awake for more than five minutes. Even when he is conscious, you have to say everything to him three times to get through to his brain.

My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing her for something she couldn't help, specifically the crushing depression she fell into after my father's death. Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

Vull que l'audiència et recordi quan siguis a l'arena —diu en Cinna, somiador—. Katniss, la nena que estava encesa.

I think it was clear to all of us what your plan was. To sacrifice yourself in the arena so that Katniss Everdeen and your child could survive.

When that wire was cut, everything just went insane. I can only remember bits and pieces. Trying to find her. Watching Brutus kill Chaff. Killing Brutus myself. I know she was calling my name. Then the lightning bolt hit the tree, and the force field around the arena . . . blew out.

I'm light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He'll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven't dared let myself consider until this moment.