Quotes About Survival

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.

Let the Hunger Games Begin!

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....

What say you, Luxa?" said Vikus. "What can I say, Vikus? Can I return to our people and tell them I withdrew from the quest when our survival hangs in the balance?" said Luxa bitterly. "Of course you cannot, Luxa. This is why he times it so," said Henry. "You could choose to - " started Vikus. "I could choose! I could choose!" retorted Luxa. " Do not offer me a choice when you know none exits!" She and Henry turned their backs on Vikus.

There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now.

Small, bluish tubers that don't look like much but boiled or baked are as good as any patato. 'Katniss,' I said aloud. It's the plant I was named for. And I heard my father's voice joking, 'As long as you can find yourself, you'll never starve.

Por qué me lo cuentas ahora? -Porque no quiero que olvides lo distintas que son nuestras circunstancias. Si mueres y yo vivo, no quedará nada para mí en el Distrito 12. Tú lo eres todo para mí -me dice-. Nunca volvería a ser feliz. [pp. 367]

The realization that I'd have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.

Start with that. Chaos. No control, no law, no government at all. Like being in the arena. Where do we go from there? What sort of agreement is necessary if we're to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

Hey, you found some katniss. Good work, CC.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead

One look tells you ours have had more food, nicer clothing, and better dental care," said Dean Highbottom. "Assuming anything more, a physical, mental, or especially a moral superiority, would be a mistake. That sort of hubris almost finished us off in the war.

Good-bye, District Twelve. Good-bye, hanging tree and Hunger Games and Mayor Lipp. Someday something will kill me, but it won't be you.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.