Quotes About Hope

Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.

Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.

So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.

Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The color of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended,like a bird about to take flight.

While you live, the revolution lives

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always

Today I might lose both of them. 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 grey nothingness that is all my future holds.

I'm hard to catch. If they can't catch me they cant kill me. So don't count me out.

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.

For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta

But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.

But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.

It means we're on your side." That's what Bonnie said. I have people on my side? What side? Am I unwittingly the face of the hoped-for rebellion? Has the mockingjay on my pin become a symbol of resistance? If so, my side's not doing too well.

But better off sad than dead.

Im still betting on you. - Cinna.

Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. "You're going to make a great mother, you know," he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.

What young brains lack in experience they sometimes make up for in idealism. Nothing seems impossible to them.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather.

Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him," I say. "So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" "Put you somewhere you can't get hurt." And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.