Quotes About Commitment

When one of ours is hit, we hit back twice as hard. The Hunger Games will go forward, with more energy and commitment than ever before, as we add your name to the long list of the innocent who died defending a righteous and just land.

I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.

Where's lover boy, huh? Still hanging on?

Trust is important. I think it's more important than love.

I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

My family. My mother. My sister. And my pretend cousin Gale. But Peeta's intention is clear. That Gale really is my family, or will be one day, if I live. That I'll marry him.

there's only one future, if I want to keep those I love alive and stay alive myself. I'll have to marry Peeta.

Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,

I don't even know why you bothered to put Finnick and me through training, Plutarch," I say.

Sigues intentando protegerme. ¿Real o no?- susurra. -Real- respondo; quizás deba explicarlo mejor - Porque eso es lo que nosotros dos hacemos: nos protegemos el uno al otro

And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.

Finnick looks at Johanna and raises his eyebrows. He will not go forward without her.

When he asks us about the future, Peeta gets down on one knee, pours out his heart, and begs me to marry him. I, of course, accept.

He had a feeling they would never have a discussion like this again - about whether one would go into danger without the other.

you'll never, ever be able to do anything but live happily ever after with that boy.

I do think you're mad and I'll still go with you," he

I think about how there was no going back after I took over caring for the family when I was eleven. How I will always have to protect her.

Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

Even when people think you're wrong, you keep trying.

I don't try to move away. Why should I, anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

A mi no se'm permet apostar, però, si pogués, ho faria per tu.

We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

You've got to stop that," I say. But since I'm already scooping up the stuff, it's not too convincing