Quotes About Survival

But what good is yelling about the Capitol in the middle of the woods? It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make things fair. It doesn't fill our stomachs. In fact it scares off nearby game.

Where's Lover Boy? Oh, I see. You were gonna help him, right? Well that's sweet. It's too bad you couldn't help your little...friend. That little girl? What was her name again? Rue? Well, we killed her. And now...we're gonna kill you." -Clove, The Hunger Games

Katniss the mockingjay

People had short memories. They needed to navigate the rubble, peel off the grubby ration coupons, and witness the Hunger Games to keep the war fresh in their minds. Forgetting could lead to complacency, and then they'd all be back at square one.

Tiny, searing stabs. Wherever the droplets of mist touch my skin. "Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!" Finnick snaps awake instantly, rising to counter an enemy. But when he sees the wall of fog, he tosses a still-sleeping Mags onto his back and takes off. Peeta is on his feet but not as alert. I grab his arm and begin to propel him through the jungle after Finnick.

She could fly around District 12 all she liked, but she and her mockingjays could never harm him again.

Dean Casca Highbottom, the man credited with the creation of the Hunger Games,

Even if the rebel forces could somehow overthrow the Capitol, you can be sure President Snow's last act would be to cut Peeta's throat. No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

If the people who were supposed to protect you played so fast and loose with your life . . . then how did you survive? Not by trusting them, that was for sure. And if you couldn't trust them, who could you trust? All bets were off.

Damas y caballeros, ¡que empiecen los Septuagésimos Cuartos Juegos del Hambre!

Tu sei la ghiandaia imitratrice, Katniss. Finché sei viva, vive anche la rivoluzione.

Win and rain might wash away the blood stains but Capitol hands would not.

The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses.

And the more I come to know these people, the worse it is. Because, on the whole, I don't hate them. And some I like. And a lot of them are so damaged that my natural instinct would be to protect them. But all of them must die if I'm to save Peeta.

Suzanne Collins

Tidak perlu. Mimpi-mimpi burukku biasanya tentang kehilangan dirimu," kata Peeta. "Aku baik-baik saja setelah aku sadar kau ada di sini." (Catching Fire, hal.100)

But it's not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist. They hadn't counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic codem, to thrive in a new form. They hadn't anticipated its will to live.

I personally killed the girl, Glimmer, and the boy from district 1. As I try to avoid looking at his family, I learn that his name was Marvel. How did I never know that? I suppose that before the games I didn't pay attention, and afterward I didn't want to know.

He wished he had some bread crumbs or something to leave a trail. Of course, if he had bread crumbs, he wouldn't be looking for food. Just sitting around eating bread crumbs. Whatever.

It was building up in his chest, that long guttural howl reserved for real emergencies — like when you ran into a saber-toothed tiger without your club, or your fire went out during the Ice Age.

Oh, a good deal, I think. 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?

Above all I am hoping for trees, which may afford me some means of concealment and food and shelter. Often there are trees because barren landscapes are dull and the Games resolve too quickly without them.

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.

Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin." Katniss, Catching Fire