Quotes About Peace

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.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

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?

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE

Do you want me to have them sedate you until it's over?

What sort of agreement is necessary if we're to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?

I cross to Peeta and wrap my arms around him, and for a while we all stay silent.

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?

No fancy hair and clothes, no flaming capes. Just me. Looking like I could be headed for the woods. It calms me." - Katniss

An immersion into greenery and sunlight will surely help me sort out my thoughts.

We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for our survival.

Floating on my back, as I am now,

The Hunger Games are a reminder of our past, a reminder of the Dark Days when the Capitol waged war on its own people. The Games remind us of the importance of maintaining peace and of the necessity of sacrifice.

hours of calm and keep us clear of any poisonous residue. And then Peeta, Johanna, and

Les guerres no duren per sempre.

Se sentía tan libre y relajado... ¿Y si fuera esa su vida: levantarse a la hora que le diese la gana, salir a buscar lo que quisiera de comer ese día y pasear con Lucy Gray a las orillas del lago? ¿Quién necesitaba dinero, éxito y poder cuando tenía amor? ¿No decían que era lo más importante de todo?

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm

No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. "What?" I ask. "I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever," he says.

There won't be enough of us left to keep going. If everybody doesn't lay down their weapons — and I mean, as in very soon — it's all over, anyway.

Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow bring them true Here is the place where I love you.

Yes. I'm calling for a cease-fire," says Peeta tiredly. "Now why don't we ask the guards to take me back to my quarters so I can build another hundred card houses?

Let me die. Let me follow the others,

I just needed to hear it." She presses the bundle of pine needles to her nose and closes her eyes. The

A hush in the trees. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But no birds, mockingjay or other. Peeta's right. They do fall silent when I sing. Just as