Hunger Games Hope Quotes Novels & Stories

Because in the dark no one can see, no one can know how hurtful it is. If when he was a child, he wouldn't cry even if he was beaten to death, but now he is so weak that just a little pain can cry. Maybe the older we get, the faster we cry... "Where is its hope?" Little Clause hugged the trembling body, it was like a wind that drifted everywhere without stopping. Where is the place of peace? Where is home called? Maybe those things are too luxurious for him so God can't give him five times seven times. "I'm dead, will anyone cry?"

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

I said quietly, and the elder’s eyes softened, just slightly, at the honesty in my voice. “Hope is not foolish, child,” she said. “It is simply the first brave step toward something better. I have watched this pack survive worse than a difficult truth. We will survive this too.” Slowly, hesitantly, other heads began to nod throughout the hall, and I felt something in my chest ease for the first time since Garrick’s warning had chased away whatever fragile peace I had found on that fence with Kade the night before.

"We’ve done enough, Thorne. Look at the girl. She’s finally human again. Do you really want to put the weight of the world back in her hands?" Julian looked down at Hope. She was watching the amber light with a quiet, somber intensity. She wasn't the "Sovereign" anymore, but she wasn't the innocent child from the Maine garden either. She was something new—a witness to the end of one era and the uncertain birth of another. "I don't want to be a god, Daddy," Hope whispered, her eyes meeting Julian’s. "But the fox said... the silence is loud. People are going to be scared when they wake up and no one tells them where the food is."

His sharp eyes lingered on each corner as if he were silently calculating exit routes and assessing threats even in the middle of a celebration. “You know,” he said after a pause, “it’s moments like this that remind me why we do what we do. These people—your people—look at you like you’re invincible. Like you’ve given them something no one else could.” I stared into my glass, swirling the amber liquid. “And what’s that?” “Hope,” he said simply. I didn’t reply, the weight of his words settling heavily on me. Hope. It wasn’t something I’d set out to give anyone, but somehow, it had become part of what I represented.

{ Sky } Talking to my big sister always makes me feel better and her perspective is always appreciated, so by the time Farrow comes back to the room and is carrying food, I'm starving and happy to see him again. Because I understand now that I can’t force him to be a good husband, he has to be a good husband all by himself. And he has always been a good husband. Except for that one time. So, I should give him some grace. Hope says goodbye, stealing some of the chips Farrow is carrying before she leaves. He gives me a sheepish smile and he comes closer with the food as a peace offering.

"I love him so much that I would do almost anything for him. But what he's asking me to do is impossible. I don't want to turn. I don't want kids who won't be accepted by the world." When she finished, Hope remained silent for a very long time. When Scarlett couldn't bear the silence again, she was forced to speak. "Well? Say something, Hope. You're making me wildly uncomfortable." Hope chuckled and shook her head. "I have a lot of things to say. I don't just know how to begin." "Just say it. I need someone to look at it from my perspective." Hope nodded once, then adjusted herself on the bed and clasped her hands. "Haven't you ever wondered why I have no mate?"

Elena's POV Hope... That is the only thing that has been keeping me alive these days, that and a lot of pain and anger. I was angry about a lot of things but most of all at myself. I felt like a failure, like I had failed my village by not being able to keep their Alpha alive, I had hope in that someday, I would find a way to bring him back, now that I know that there is actually a way to do that, I have new found hope, one that is filled with light, with joy and happiness.

“I'm suggesting we act before it’s too late. People are dying, Jace. Starving. They’re waiting on us.” “And if we rush in blindly, we’re just adding bodies to the pyre,” I shot back, scanning faces around me. “Is another massacre what you want?” My words hung heavily in the air, thickening the tension. “They need strength,” Nera’s voice rasped from the back. She stepped into the dim glow, scars casting harsh shadows on her face. “Hope isn’t enough anymore—not since the rebellion left us with nothing but ashes.” Hope. The word tasted bitter now, a faint memory of something once vital. The phoenix painted on the walls, once our beacon, felt like a cruel reminder of past failures.

I watched Marcus pick up a grape and give it to Hope. "As I said that day, you couldn't help me. No one could help me... What I had to talk about with the Gods couldn't be said through a Priest." Hope left the bunch of grapes in Kaiden's hands and took a deep breath. "What I saw, what I did, what I felt cannot be described and if I tried to describe it then we will be here for a lifetime..." Hope closed her eyes and became quiet, I know she is recalling some moments that happened to her and in the end, she let out a long and tired sigh.