Best 48 quotes in «catching fire quotes» category

When you're in the arena...you just remember who the enemy is" - Haymitch

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

Chins up smiles on - Effie Trinket

You're hideous, you know that, right?

A leather bag filled with food and a flask of hot tea.

But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything 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.

By late afternoon I lie with my head in Peeta’s lap making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair claiming he is practicing knots. After awhile his hands go still. “What?” I ask. “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says. Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I’m so relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay,” I say. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it.

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

Let the spark in you catch fire and burn into the air, so that it may light up the sky.

I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

it is a perfect weapon

It made me realize how I needed to stop punishing her for something she couldn't help [...] because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

Me pilló completamente por sorpresa. Después de todo el tiempo que había pasado con Gale, de observar cómo hablaba, se reía, fruncía el ceño, cabría esperar que supiese todo lo que había que saber de sus labios. Sin embargo, no me había imaginado el calor que desprendían al unirse a los míos. Ni que aquellas manos, las manos que podían montar la más intrincada de las trampas también pudiera atraparme a mí con la misma facilidad.

My heart is beating so fast and fierce I hardly hear them.

The final days of training ends with our private sessions. (...) There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who I can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.

I want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you. -Peeta Mellark

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol.

Suddenly I know just what I’m going to do. Something that will blow anything Peeta did right out of the water. I go over to the knot-tying station and get a length of rope. I start to manipulate it, but it’s hard because I’ve never made this actual knot myself. I’ve only watched Finnick’s clever fingers, and they moved so fast. After about ten minutes, I’ve come up with a respectable noose. I drag one of the target dummies out into the middle of the room and, using some chinning bars, hang it so it dangles by the neck. Tying its hands behind its back would be a nice touch, but I think I might be running out of time. I hurry over to the camouflage station, where some of the other tributes, undoubtedly the morphlings, have made a colossal mess. But I find a partial container of bloodred berry juice that will serve my needs. The flesh-colored fabric of the dummy’s skin makes a good, absorbent canvas. I carefully finger paint the words on its body, concealing them from view. Then I step away quickly to watch the reaction on the Gamemakers’ faces as they read the name on the dummy. *SENECA CRANE.*

The odds are never in our favour.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

Tik paskui suvokiau, ką tai reiškia. Bent jau man. 12-a apygarda turi 3 nugalėtojus, iš kurių reikia rinktis. Du vyrus ir vieną moterį... Aš grįžtu į areną.

A spoonful of honey will catch more flies than a gallon of vinegar.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

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.

When I finally begin to surface into the sterile hospital room in 13, I remember. I was under the influence of sleep syrup. My heel had been injured after I'd climbed out on a branch over the electric fence and dropped back into 12. Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn't quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. "Always.

Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

Your stylist turned out to be prophetic in his wardrobe choice. Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

Chase after the truth like all hell.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.

I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

It's easy to say ''no!'' when there's a deeper ''yes!'' burning inside.

I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. "Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.

So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

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

Tick tock, this is a clock.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.