Mockingjay Book Quotes

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Some walks you have to take alone.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

Well you are a piece of work aren't you?

I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.

There are much worse games to play.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?" I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

Katniss, the girl who was on fire!

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.

She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

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.