Quotes About Endurance

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Yeah, Wes was going to kill him. But before he did, Bobby would ask them to put four words on his tombstone: It Was Worth It.

He was keeping his pants zipped, which actually wasn't as hard as it seemed, even after he'd gone for well over nine months without getting laid.

You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

Remember, girl on fire," he says, "I'm still betting on you.

Stay with me. Always.

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.

Well, as they said, it's not over until the mockingjay sings.

Whatever it takes to break you.

Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.

Never," said Gregor. "I'll never get rid of you, no matter how hard I try." It was no longer an effort to say the words. "I love you." "I love you, too," said Luxa. After that there was nothing left to say.

I'm hard to catch. If they can't catch me they cant kill me. So don't count me out.

But better off sad than dead.

I start to crack at four hundred to one.

I will never give up if you never give in.

Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.

Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.

Better not to give in to it.