Quotes About Survival

Quedarse quieta significa morir.

It's better for him than Johanna. They'll figure out he doesn't know anything pretty fast. And they won't kill him if they think they can use him against you,

So cold, so bitterly cold tonight. As if the Gamemakers have sent an infusion of frozen air across the arena, which may be exactly what they've done. I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, or in District 12, or on the moon right now, he'd be no harder to reach. I've never felt lonelier since the Games began

Like bait?" I say to the ceiling. "Like how they'll use Annie for bait, Finnick?" I can hear him weeping but I don't care.

No em poden fer mal. […] Ja no queda ningú que m'estimi.

The last tribute alive

We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt.

But will Peeta know that or will he keep fighting? He's so strong and such a good liar. Does he think he has a chance of surviving? Does he even care if he does? He wasn't planning on it, anyway. He had already signed off on life. Maybe, if he knows I was rescued, he's even happy. Feels he fulfilled his mission to keep me alive. I think I hate him even more than I do Haymitch.

Suzanne Collins

He says he'd like to see you." I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet. My palms press into the wall to steady myself. This wasn't part of the plan. I wrote Peeta off in 2. Then I was to go to the Capitol, kill Snow, and get taken out myself. The gunshot was only a temporary setback.

I even have a funny notion that if I do die, maybe Peeta will be allowed to live. Not as a free person but as an Avox or something, waiting on the future tributes of District 12. Then maybe he could find some way to escape. My death could, in fact, still save him.

I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that? Effie's

A veces, Coriolanus se preguntaba si los debajan allí para recordarles a los ciudadanos lo que habían sufrido. La gente tenía muy mala memoria. Era necesario que esquivaran escombros, que arrancaran los mugrientos cupones de racionamiento y asistieran en los Juegos del Hambre para mantener la guerra viva en su recuerdo, El olvido daba lugar al exceso de confianza, y entonces volverían todos a la casilla de salida.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that's left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day.

As if in the end, it will be the question of whether a baker or a hunter will extend my longevity the most.

Katniss, there is no district 12

Well, don't step on me." I jump back. His voice was right under my feet. Still there's nothing. Then his eyes open, unmistakably blue in the brown mud and green leaves. I gasp and am rewarded with a hint of white teeth as he laughs. It's the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.

You're not afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?

El Distrito 12, donde puedes morirte de hambre sin poner en peligro tu seguridad.

law of District Thirteen. As would her own. Thank you." In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

Pour survivre, je n'ai pas besoin de la flamme de Gale, nourrie de sa rage et de sa haine. J'en ai déjà bien assez en moi. Ce qu'il me faut, c'est le pissenlit au printemps. Le jaune vif qui évoque la renaissance plutôt que la destruction. La promesse que la vie continue, en dépit de nos pertes. Qu'elle peut même être douce à nouveau. Peeta est le seul à pouvoir m'offrir ça.

Suzanne Collins

We are completely at the mercy of a decrepit tiger-woman with what I can only hope is an all-consuming passion for Snow's death. "I

be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve. We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared out of your wits.