Quotes About Fear

Where did they get those screams, Katniss?

Once I'm on my feet i realize escape might not be so simple, panic begins to set in. i can't stay here. flight is essential but i can't let my fear show. Winning means fame and fortune, losing mean certain death, The Hunger Games have begun . . .

Panic begins to set in. I can't stay here. Flight is essential… But I can't let my fear show.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

We're gonna kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally... what was her name? Rue? Well first Rue, then, you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How's that sound?

I have to admit I didn't see it coming. I saw a multitude of other things. Being publicly humiliated, tortured, and executed. Fleeing through the wilderness, pursued by Peacekeepers and hovercraft. Marriage to Peeta with our children forced into the arena. But never that I myself would have to be a player in the Games again.

Don't let him take you from me. Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. No. I don't want to… I clench his hands to the point of pain. Stay with me. His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

Katniss...how do you think this will end? What will be left? No one is safe. Not in the Capitol. Not in the districts. And you...in Thirteen..." He inhales sharply, as if fighting for air; his eyes look insane. "Dead by morning!

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.

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

Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear.

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.

La esperanza es lo único más fuerte que el miedo.

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)

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.

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.

He lives alone, no wife or children, most of his waking hours drunk. I don't want to end up like that.

I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me in some kind of monster that I'm not.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.

This is the day of the reaping.

If peeta and I were both die, or they thought we were…

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.

Una última vez? ¿Para la audiencia? —me dice, no en tono enfadado, sino hueco, lo que es mucho peor. El chico del pan empieza a alejarse de mí. Lo cojo de la mano con fuerza, preparándome para las cámaras y temiendo el momento en que no me quede más remedio que dejarlo marchar.