Hunger Games Hope Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’re so happy now.” I tried not to think about Lila, but it was useless. The road was about to get very rough, and I’d need her strength. “I’m not resigning myself to death. I have too much hope for a future to do that. But I’m not going to live like everything is fine, oblivious…not like last time.” “Have you talked to Lila about this?”

I looked at Jessica for the last time and made my leave. "And the last thing, you don't know anything about this game, Ms. Han. I hope to not cross paths with you again especially in auction events. Didn't your dad told you that it's not for innocent princesses like you?" Jessica held her glass hard causing it to break making everyone's attention on us.

“Your mom has been dead for so long now. This is an apocalyptic heatwave. That tree might not even survive. Why are you nitpicking with Mark over something so trivial? Besides, I don’t need you to survive the apocalypse anymore. Mark’s shelter plan is a thousand times better than yours. Naturally, there’s no need to honor any promise.” She shoved me aside and personally tended to Mark’s wounds, her eyes filled with tenderness and admiration as she looked at him. Watching how she treated him so gently and affectionately, any last hesitation in my heart vanished. If surviving a heatwave were really as easy as Mark claimed, would I have stayed in the lab running simulations without sleeping a w

One day. A future destroyed. A story of repentance. Chapter 1: Skydiving "Hope!" Mom's shrill voice seemed to pull me out of a deep dreamless slumber. Sighing, I rubbed my face and nearly screeched as sunlight seemed to burn into my orbits. Every single day was the same and I had enough. What was there to life if you could never wake up on the right side of the bed? Groaning, I stomped down the stairs- already in a bad mood.

“We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction.” - Plutarch Heavensbee, The Hunger Games #3 Mockingjay. ~ CASPIAN ~ Five years now, I have no reason not to believe that I've truly lost everything that ever mattered to me. My peace. My happiness. My Fireheart.

"I just hope he stays down, t'll be too dangerous for Dora to go stronger than that if he's that weak, might really kill'm." They were about to leave, but someone was shaking slightly. “Is that… Is that really?” Hope whispered, then took a breath and screamed. "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A HERO?! A HERO NEVER STAY DOWN!!!" He shouted so loudly that everyone shook. "Oi? Hope who are you cheerin' for?" "I'm sorry, my lady, but this is a personal matter... HEY! LEON!!! YOU SAID YOU WANT TO FIGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A TRUE HERO, SO STAND UP! DON’T LET HIM WIN!”

Howen shut himself away with his memories. Hope whispered softly, her cupid-bow lips pursed in thought. “I thought the portraits would help, but I feel like I've made him a prisoner to them now?” "Hopefully, when the Freeze ends, he can try a change of scenery?" Hope sighed, "Then it all gets complicated, doesn't it? I want to leave, but then if he's not okay…sorry you don't need to hear all this." I kissed her shoulder again and kept brushing, "Of course I do."

"I'm sorry. I can't fight anymore. Can't wait eighteen years. Can't risk losing control and hurting you. So I'm leaving. Going somewhere far away. Where I can't hurt anyone. Don't look for me. Don't try to save me. Just live. Be happy. Remember me as I was. Not what I'll become. I love you all. Forever. Hope." "No!" Luna collapses. "She's gone! My baby is gone!" We search everywhere. The city. The country. The world. But Hope has vanished. Completely. Totally. Gone. And with her, our only hope of surviving the next eighteen years.

Mara shot him a sharp look, but she didn’t deny it. Silas slammed his knife into the carcass with enough force to make several people flinch. “Belief won’t stop teeth from tearing out your throat.” “No,” Ava said, her voice quiet but carrying. She stood, her legs shaking but her chin held high. “But belief will keep us standing long enough to fight back. Fear leaves us waiting to die. Hope makes us fight to live.” A hush fell again. The fractured ones looked between her and Silas, the weight of choice pressing heavy on their shoulders.

"We spend time together. As family. We make sure she knows she's loved. That whatever happens tomorrow, she's enough. She's always been enough." They spent the night talking. Laughing. Remembering. Making new memories. Hope was brilliant. Funny. Compassionate. Everything they'd dreamed she'd be and more. At dawn, she was ready. As ready as a five-year-old could be. Carrying the weight of eight billion souls. Facing tests that would determine everything. The Architects appeared. *It is time. Hope. Come with us. Your parents may watch. May bear witness. But you face this alone.* Hope hugged Nickey. Hugged Trina. "I love you. Both of you. Forever."