Quotes About Community

But the truth is, home's an illusion. We try to create this place that's supposed to make us feel happy or safe, when in truth it's the people who are around us that matter. Where we are has nothing to do with it.

If she was going to live in Cow's Bowels, New York, she wanted the complete small town package. She wanted a Fourth of July parade, a country fair with an oxen pull and a pie-eating contest, and she wanted a little, homey mom-and-pop supermarket, run by Mr. Whipple himself.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.

Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they're among our best customers.

But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. "Here." I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

I'm planning to," said Sejanus. "I'm planning to build a whole new beautiful life here. One where, in my own small way, I can make the world a better place.

Tonight. After the reaping, everyone is supposed to celebrate. And a a lot of people do, out of relief that their children have been spared for another year. But at least two families will pull their shutters, lock their doors, and try to figure out how they will survive the painful weeks to come.

We don't charge for tickets, because sometimes hungry people need music the most. But we get hungry, too.

maybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen that we want to be a part of it.

It's Lucy Gray and I'm not really from Twelve," she said. "My people are Covey. Musicians by trade. We just took a wrong turn one day and were obliged to stay.

What sort of agreement is necessary if we're to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?

We burn, you burn with us.

Who are human beings? Because who we are determines the type of governing we need.

Our lives aren't just measured in years. They're measured in the lives of people we touch around us

Together? Together.

My heart is so crowded already," whispered Hazard. "But I'm sure the others will make room for Thalia. She is not a very big bat.

This is the day of the reaping.

At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me.

La gente amable consigue abrirse paso hasta mí y quedárseme dentro, y

Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken faces. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn't until two. May as well sleep in. If you can. Our