Hunger Games Hope Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over

Assuming we survive. "If, as I repeat, the word bitter tastes in my mouth. That's a scary term. But one worth hoping for, she says, staring at me. "Don't you think??" She should have said yes to me. I wish to reassure her of a life outside this horror. But hope is perilous. It makes you exposed. Still, looking at her I see I cannot lie. Not relevant to her. My voice low, "If we survive," I add, "then I'll spend every day proving to you that this wasn't for nothing."

the girl said with a hint of urgency, hoping to dispel any confusion. Hope was a dangerous thing, she thought to herself. It had the power to lift her up to the highest of heights, only to come crashing down with a force that could break her. She couldn't allow herself to hope. It was better to stay grounded and keep her expectations low. But despite her best efforts, a small spark of hope flickered within her, threatening to ignite into a flame that could consume her. Her heart was guarded, shielded from any potential pain. She had been hurt before, and the memory of that pain lingered like a shadow over her every move.

I add, voice lowering but carrying farther, “you are not alone.” Silence returns, not fearful, but attentive. “Tonight, we prepare. Tomorrow, we fight.” A ripple runs through the courtyard. “And when the sun rises the next day, I want you to remember one thing.” I lift my voice. “We do not run.” Shouts break out again. “We do not hide.” More cheers. “And we do. Not. Break.” The hall explodes. But I raise a hand again, and they instantly quiet. “Hope is not weakness,” I say softly. “Hope is a weapon. And every one of you carries it.”

"Of myself. Of what I might be stupid enough to hope for if I'm not careful." I wanted to reach for her hand, to bridge the physical distance between us the way we had during the silver extraction. But something in her posture warned me that she was balanced on a knife's edge, ready to bolt if I pushed too hard too fast. "Hope doesn't have to be stupid," I said instead. "Sometimes it's the bravest thing we can do." "Is it?" Her smile was sad and knowing. "Because hoping you might actually be different this time, hoping you might have learned something from losing me—that feels pretty stupid from where I'm sitting."

Nori said confidently. Nikki squeezed my hand and smiled at me. Hope. Hope is given to the hopeless. And right now I am one of the hopeless. After hearing what Calvin said. I know that I need that hope. I need to hold onto it not only for me but for those who are around me. “By the way,” Leon starts to say. “Lately you growl a lot.” He added. Everyone around me nodded. “Especially when it involves Athena,” Calvin stated like it was a fact.

But I remembered another version of myself destroying worlds trying to outrun loss. So I answered honestly. “I don’t know how.” Hope nodded thoughtfully. Then looked toward the void. The void froze instantly. Like prey noticing attention. Hope held tiny arms upward. “Up.” The apartment went completely silent. Because Hope almost never asked anyone except Mira or me to carry her. The void stared blankly. “You want me to—” “Up.” The Devourer looked seconds away from dying laughing. The guardian whispered emotionally: “THIS IS A GREAT HONOR.”

"Torres. Stop apologizing. Start living. Use your skills. Your knowledge. Your expertise. Build better cures. Develop better treatments. Save more lives than you lost. That is how you honor them. That is how you make it matter. Not by sitting in guilt. By—acting. By helping. By—trying again. Always trying again." Silence. Then: "Okay. Okay. I will try. I will—keep trying. For them. For Hope. For—everyone." "Good. We all keep trying. That is all we can do. All we have ever done. Keep trying. Keep fighting. Keep—living." Hope came downstairs at midnight. Could not sleep. She sat beside the fire. Staring at flames. "Mama? Do you think they are somewhere? Sarah and the others? Do you think—somew

They could either drown or lift up someone’s spirit… even my spirit. Katniss was making me feel hopeful. And devils are at least allowed to hope… right?

"Emotion? I left Hope to save Jude! That's not emotion, that's stupidity!" "It was compassion. It was trying to be better than your worst moments. Don't lose that. It's what makes you different from them." "Different doesn't matter if Hope dies." "Hope's alive. Because of Lucy. Because of warriors who fought. Because of you getting back in time. That's not failure. That's survival." "Survival isn't enough." "It is when you're this outnumbered. This outmaneuvered. Survival is victory." Hope stirred. "Mama? I'm hungry."