Quotes About Vulnerability

But by afternoon, I know the end is coming. My legs are shaking and my heart is too quick. I keep forgetting exactly what I'm doing. I've stumbled repeatedly and managed to regain my feet, but when the stick slides out from under me, I finally tumble to the ground unable to get up. I let my eyes close.

Tucking my knees up to my chin, I wait for death. Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life. Then the ants bore into my eyes and I black out.

I can't argue that Finnick isn't one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet. But I can honestly say he's never been attractive to me. Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other's arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.

Because once the force field blew, you'd be the first ones they'd try to capture, and the less you knew, the better," says Haymitch. "The first ones? Why?" I say, trying to hang on to the train of thought. "For the same reason the rest of us agreed to die to keep you alive," says Finnick.

it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.

Finnick was someone bought and sold. A district slave. A handsome one, certainly, but in reality, harmless. Who would he tell? And who would believe him if he did? But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

Johanna Mason is naked again and oiling her skin down for a wrestling lesson.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness," Peeta points out. "Except possibly when it comes to you.

Getting the broth into Peeta takes an hour of coaxing, begging, threatening, and yes, kissing,

Let's start with something more basic. Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine...but I don't know what your favorite color is?

No one is safe. Not in the Capitol. Not in the disctricts. And you...in Thirteen...Dead by morning!

There's no question of privacy. When it comes to my body, we have no secrets, these three people and me.

lap the blood flowing from my wound, each lick

Let's start with something more basic. Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine . . . but I don't know what your favorite color is?" he

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt … and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards.

And he would put his arms around her and hold her, but he had no idea what to tell her. In his mind, Gregor knew how to kill things, not bring them back ti life.

I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin

Qué son las mentiras, sino intentos por ocultar algún tipo de debilidad?

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.

Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

it's like they can read my thoughts. "The locket didn't work, did it?" Peeta says, even though Finnick is right there. Even though everyone can hear him. "Katniss?

Tens una debilitat per a les coses boniques, i jo no —[…]. —Tenir bon ull per a la bellesa no és cap debilitat —apunta en Peeta—. Tret, potser, quan es tracta de la teva…