Quotes About Action

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.

I had to do that. At least once.

I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.

While you live, the revolution lives

But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

We could do it, you know.

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

What do you do here that you could not do there?' 'I do no harm. I do no more harm.' -Hamnet

Tiny, searing stabs. Wherever the droplets of mist touch my skin. "Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!" Finnick snaps awake instantly, rising to counter an enemy. But when he sees the wall of fog, he tosses a still-sleeping Mags onto his back and takes off. Peeta is on his feet but not as alert. I grab his arm and begin to propel him through the jungle after Finnick.

There was nothing to do but keep moving forward and make the moments count.

A little thought can save a lot of lives.

Boggs quickly examines my face, then scoops me up and jogs for the runway. Halfway there, I puke on his bulletproof vest. It's hard to tell because he's short of breath, but I think he sighs.

My heart starts to pound, I can feel my face burning. Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight at the Gamemakers' table. I hear shouts of alarm as people stumble back. The arrow skewers the apple in the pig's mouth and pins it to the wall behind it. Everyone stares at me in disbelief. "Thank you for your consideration," I say. Then I give a slight bow and walk straight towards the exit without being dismissed.

If you hit flesh, you're rewarded with a burst of fake blood. Our dummies are soaked in red.

I told you we should have rescued the boy first.

Amazingly similar in the execution. A bow pulled, an arrow shot. Entirely different in the aftermath. I killed a boy whose name I don't even know. Somewhere his family is weeping for him. His friends call for my blood. Maybe he had a girlfriend who really believed he would come back....

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am free to act as desperately as I wish.

Cover yourself!" I lift my gun.

Theoretically, we should

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You've got to stop that," I say. But since I'm already scooping up the stuff, it's not too convincing