Quotes About Freedom

Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.

The question is, what are you going to do?" It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

The main thing I feel is a sense of relief. That I can give up this game. That the question of whether I can succeed in this venture has been answered, even if that answer is a resounding no. That if desperate times call for desperate measures, I am free to act as desperately as I want.

Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.

Let me go!" I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. "I can't," he says.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

Run like the river.

While you live, the revolution lives

We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly. "What?" I ask. "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale. I don't know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous.

They don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself.

I don't want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta's child could be safe.

I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm going to die, I still want to be me.

But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?

No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man they say murdered three Where the dead man called out for his love to flee Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to...to show the Capitol that they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games

Well, you know what they say. The show's not over until the mockingjay sings," she said.