Quotes About Tribute

Eric Turner, may he rest in peace. When I first got in the league he was just a friend to me.

When I'm dead twenty-five years, people are going to begin to recognize me.

When you win your first Grammy, it's true, you really want to thank all the little people.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

I feel that if I said anything about John, I would have to sit here for five days and say it all. Or I don't want to say anything.

The solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

There are far more statues of soldiers out there than there are of civilians.

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

I have returned many times to honour the valiant men who died...every man who set foot on Omaha Beach was a hero.

It is a principle incorporated into the settled policy of America, that as peace is better than war, war is better than tribute.

It was a requirement by the veterans to list the 57,000 names. We're reaching a time that we'll acknowledge the individual in a war on a national level.

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.

She zips back to the podium, and I don't even have time to wish for Gale's safety when she's reading the name. "Peeta Mellark." Peeta Mellark! Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this name, although I have never spoken directly to its owner. Peeta Mellark. No, the odds are not in my favor today.

But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

Yes, she laid down her life taunting her tribute with a sandwich, thought Coriolanus. Maybe her gravestone could read, "Casualty of cheap laughs.

En el setenta y cinco aniversario, como recordatorio a los rebeldes de que ni siquiera sus miembros más fuertes son rivales para el poder del Capitolio, los tributos elegidos saldrán del grupo de los vencedores.

anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors." Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived

Let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

A token of the boy with the bread. A

I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!

Ally." Peeta says the word slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancée. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.

I volunteer as tribute! ~Katniss Everdeen