Hunger Games Film Quotes Novels & Stories

"Are you going to die now?" ‎ ‎"Eventually," I said, standing up. My legs felt shaky, lightheaded. "But not today. Go on, Jinx. Before Olara catches you." ‎ ‎He grinned—a flash of white teeth in a dirty face—and ran off, the empty bowl clutched to his chest like a treasure. I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the hunger pangs. ‎ ‎Back to the pots. ‎ ‎I turned to go back inside. ‎

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”

When she mentioned chicken and The Hunger Games, I kinda figured she hadn’t actually watched it because that’s what I thought when I first heard of it. “Then why is it called The Hunger Games if it’s not about food?” I shrugged in response. I wasn’t crazy about movies, so I didn’t really know. After a moment of silence, she said, “Humans are odd.” “I agree. How come you haven’t watched it yet though?” I asked curiously. She got a wicked glint in her eyes and pointed to her stomach. “One word, girl, honeymoon. This baby didn’t just make itself. That would have been cool though, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a virgin.” She joked while I made a face at her.

I know that the doctor I saw today said they were immortal, but the fact was I was immortal which would make them part immortal. Olivia at that moment returned with the drinks and she handed me one and Emily one before she grabbed a plate and a slice of pizza and moved to sit in front of the television to hit play on the movie. Emily and I grabbed our plates and joined her and as I sat there watching the movie and eating my pizza thoughts of the babies being Samuel’s plagued my thoughts.

" It's not like you are giving me much of a choice. You will kill me If I don't agree " " Like I said, smart girl " He smirked " Now eat your food before it gets cold. We have a long day ahead of us"

“Bold words. Dangerous ones for someone whose head should’ve been on a stake last week.” “But it’s not. And as long as I’m alive, there’s hope for my freedom. Death is the least of my fears,” I say, my gaze unflinching. Katniss sobers, her smug expression returning. “Do you know why people call Fae foolish creatures?” I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue.

"Because I don’t feed on the dying." His smirk fades. "I’m already dead." The words hang between us, heavy and final. I shake my head. "Not yet, you're not. The dead don't speak." "Don’t be noble," he murmurs. "It’s wasted on people like us." I don’t move. His eyes darken. "Take it, North. I know what hunger does to us. You’re running on fumes." I bare my fangs but step back instead of forward. "I said no."

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

“We will never be yours. We will never give in.” A flash of shadow shot toward her, curling around her legs like molten ink. She screamed, jerking free, and for a moment, the forest seemed to thrum with the struggle. The eldest child moved closer, helping her, their fear mingling with courage, a defiance that made the Hunger pulse with irritation.