Quotes About Loss

Everyone handles grief differently.

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.

There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.

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

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

Good-bye, District Twelve. Good-bye, hanging tree and Hunger Games and Mayor Lipp. Someday something will kill me, but it won't be you.

I keep hoping that as time passes by, we'll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it's futile. There's no going back.

Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.

I call him my friend, but in the last year it's seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don't want that. I don't want him in the arena where he'd be dead in a few days. I just... I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

sinceramente, a mí nunca me ha resultado atractivo. Quizá sea demasiado guapo o demasiado fácil de obtener, o quizá, simplemente, sea demasiado fácil perderlo.

Me doy cuenta que sólo una persona quedará herida sin remedio si Peeta muere: yo. -Yo -respondo-, yo te necesito.

I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.

Rue drawing her last breath in my arms. And the song. I get to sing every note of the song. Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

Where's Lover Boy? Oh, I see. You were gonna help him, right? Well that's sweet. It's too bad you couldn't help your little...friend. That little girl? What was her name again? Rue? Well, we killed her. And now...we're gonna kill you." -Clove, The Hunger Games

Quieren conocerte Katniss! -Es que no quiero quue me conozcan! Ya mme han quitado el futuro! No pueden llevarse tambien lo que me importaba en el pasado!

Even if the rebel forces could somehow overthrow the Capitol, you can be sure President Snow's last act would be to cut Peeta's throat. No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.