Hunger Games Quotes Novels & Stories

She yelled, "Who gave you the right to speak to Herbie like that? I'm the one he loves. You're just a tapeworm that came out of nowhere. You don't even deserve to be my opponent!" "You've got no right to meddle in our relationship! And stop it with that holier-than-thou attitude of yours!" I'd only managed to fire that line back at her before she threw the hot stew all over me. Michelle then grinned smugly while Herbert just frowned at me. He coldly asked, "Have you finally woken up now, Lyanna Summers?" At that, I heard my heart break into a million glass pieces.

“And you’re either exceptionally brave, monumentally stupid, or very, very lost.” She held his stare, refusing to look away. In the depths of her own grey eyes, a faint, silver flicker ignited, a mere ember of the power within. “Neither,” she stated, the hunger that had been her constant companion for weeks lending a raw edge to her voice. “I’m hungry.”

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.

No. If Zade doesn’t kill me, then hunger will do the work.

I swallowed hard and looked down at my blistered feet. This wasn't the first time I was referred to as ugly. “She's ugly and looks diseased, she's of no use here.” My heart was already doing a jig, if she decides to reject me now. I'd take the opportunity to run away, to a far away town where no one will ever find me. Her next words shattered my hopes of freedom. Like a stone thrown at a huge mirror. “It's a shame we can't return any of the tributes.” My hearts sunk into the depth of my stomach slowly.

I can feel the hunger gnawing at my insides, a relentless beast that threatens to consume me whole. “Savage, stay with me,” Lily's voice cuts through the darkness, her hand reaching out to grasp mine in a gesture of unwavering support. “You're stronger than this. You can fight it.” “I can't. I am so hungry,” I groan as I stare at her vein throbbing.

"Don't know; there was some kind of emergency that interrupted her class." "Uhh," I nodded, and I took a sip from my water can, still feeling tired and dizzy. "Hey, are you ok"? "Yeah, I'm fine, just dizzy from all the running". He nodded and began to read a book titled "The Gathering Storm." I glanced from him to the book and back to the book again. "Success is not final; failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that count," I quoted. "Easy tiger, I know you read this book; you don't have to prove it to me," he winked.

“Now, listen to me. Show up at her workplace and bring her some foods. Or whatever she likes. She might probably push you at first, but remember, anything worth having is worth fighting for.” “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” “I’m in the middle of reading a motivational book. It was a quote by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, anyway.”

“Excruciatingly so.” Her fork hovered over the plate. She hadn’t touched the meat, but I wasn’t worried. Hunger always wins in the end. “I don’t want to keep you here forever,” I added lightly. “Just long enough to help you remember who you are.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, right. The whole ‘burning star, meant for more’ speech. I’ve heard it.” I chuckled. “Yes, but hearing and believing are different, aren’t they?” The corner of her mouth twitched. Not a smile. But not a no.

We're trained enough. I boldly faced my Coach and said, "I want that ruthless Ambassador Hugo Cassidy to go. I want our grainfield to grow back from being burned, I want the entire nation to glow. I want light. We want light but they gave us fire so we will keep it burning! The ashes are the signs... of their poor governance." "Be careful to those tributes from A to Z. Stick with the G's. We don't know the final round." He finally inserted the last wheat leaf in my bun hair.