Quotes About Acceptance

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.

I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale gray nothingness that is all my future holds.

So this is where stylists go when they've outlived their use. To sad theme underwear shops where they wait for death.

That's the one thing I think my head doctor might be right about. There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

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

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much.

When he asks us about the future, Peeta gets down on one knee, pours out his heart, and begs me to marry him. I, of course, accept.

I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My ongoing struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been understaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.

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

Las piezas todavía no han encajado del todo, pero siento que se forma un plan, que no ha aceptado su muerte. Ya está luchando por seguir vivo, lo que significa, además, que el bueno de Peeta Mellark, el chico que me dio el pan, está luchando por matarme.

I feel fine, really. Except for my head, and my leg, and the soreness from the bruises, and the nausea that hit a couple minutes after I ate. Maybe the wheelchair's a good idea.

I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

Vull morir essent jo mateix. […] No vull que em canviïn.

No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

There was nothing left that anyone could do to him now. There was nothing left to fear.

You're not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it." Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn't answer.

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.

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

Maybe he just sees me as I really am. I have to get some sleep.

I stand there, completely naked, as the three circle me, wielding tweezers to remove any last bits of hair. I know I should be embarrassed, but they're so unlike people that I'm no more self-conscious than if a trio of oddly colored birds were pecking around my feet.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever. "All right, then." I release him. "It's time," says Tigris.

I'm not too upset to answer that.

Go on, shoot me. And he goes down with me and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? I just couldn't tell until now.