Quotes About Acceptance

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.

Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. "You're green. Are you sick?" "It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick," I say. "It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

Vorrei poter fermare il tempo e vivere così per sempre" Di solito questi riferimenti al suo imperituro amore nei miei confronti mi fanno sentire in colpa e a disagio. Ma mi sento così tranquilla e rilassata e al di là di qualsiasi preoccupazione per un futuro che comunque non avrò che mi lascio sfuggire due semplici parole: "Va bene" Sento il sorriso nella sua voce. "Allora sei d'accordo?" "Sono d'accordo" dico io.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

I can't fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I've been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen

I don't know how to say it exactly. Only...I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?' he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. 'I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

I keep hoping that as time passes by, we'll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it's futile. There's no going back.

Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.

To me, there's no point in talking about things that might have been.

My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.

And you didn't have to like your family. The bond was a given.

I just need five more minutes, he pleaded with the universe. Even two will do. The universe ignored him.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.

For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments

She's really gone, then...Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly...

I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me in some kind of monster that I'm not.