Hunger Games Movies Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

I reply. I set up the movie and quickly prepare some popcorn and beverages while the opening credits roll. Returning with our snacks, I find that the movie is about to begin. As the film progresses, we reach my favorite scene where Kat recites her poem. Having watched the movie countless times, I know the lines by heart and recite the poem along with her. Rewrite, “I hate the way you talk to me.” “And the way you cut your hair.” “I hate the way you drive my car.”

"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. ‎

She said making sure I knew with the yes signifying her question. "Hmm" was all I managed to get out of my throat. I badly wanted this conversation to end. I didn't want to hear his name or voice. I just wanted to focus on the mission. "But..." "Can we not talk about anyone and just focus on the damn movie?" I snapped, my voice rising slightly. She simply nodded, and we turned our attention back to the screen. We reached the part where Lara Jean discovered her sister had sent the letters, and her over-the-top reaction to trying to 'kill' her sister had us laughing uncontrollably.

“Is this the story that touched your heart?” Julian whispered to the girl beside him after Katniss went to the toilet. Without turning around, Mia nodded. "Then you must have been lying," Julian muttered before taking a deep breath and straightening his back. "The story of Katniss Johnson's struggles in life doesn't touch my heart at all." “But, isn't she great? She manages to be successful even though her family's mediocre,” the girl objected, finally glancing at the man with a languid look.

I said, flashing a wink. “That might just be the nicest thing you've ever said to me,” she replied. “Just for that, I'll give you one free lesson on how to start training for your own movie marathon. First thing's first, the buffet line. You've got to learn to eat whatever the hell you want. That's my secret.”

Laura’s POV We were watching a movie, Mia picked it out so you should know it’s a romantic movie but it was good, it’s the sequel to through my window, I haven’t watched it before it just got released and Mia says it’s going to be awesome. “We could be doing something more productive than watching a movie,” Hunter whispers into my ear. “We already did before we came down here.” “And I don’t want to do it again,” Hunter says making me smile. He has the stamina of a horse, and he doesn’t get tired easily but I don’t have the energy to keep doing it over and over again as much as I love it. “You guys shush,” Mia says. Later that night, we finished the movie and the pizza had finished but we wer

Lucas said, glaring at Hattie in displeasure. “I do have IQ, sir. I was always the top scorer in primary school and junior high,” said Hattie sweetly. Lucas was really at a loss for words. He was not prepared to continue talking to Hattie solely because he would be angered to death if they kept talking. After that, Lucas walked to the window and noticed the streets were full of zombies. If he went down now, it definitely would not be a wise move. “Sir, I’m hungry.”

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?