Hunger Games Quotes Page Numbers Novels & Stories

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist:

She shifted her gaze to Iris, and for a split second, I saw something almost human flicker in that gold—a flash of pure, starving hunger. “The little auditor,” she purred, and the sound vibrated straight through my ribcage. “You spent so much of your life staring at the numbers on a page that you forgot to look at the blood in your veins. Did you really think you were the first one to try and break this cage?”

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.”

Chloe leaned back against the pillows, the room thick with tension. Hunter settled beside her, his fingers brushing hers. “Chloe,” he started, hesitating. “I can’t focus. I’m starving.” She stayed quiet. The air felt heavy, like everyone was holding their breath. Hunger wasn’t something they talked about, not until now. The crowd watched the screen. She turned to him, her voice steady. “One of us has to keep it together, right?” Her hand grazed the faint scar on his face. “Hunter, no matter what happens, I hope you get what you’re after.”

The punctuation was marked with a brownish-crimson hue and stood out against the page in its contrast from the script. Luca cleared his throat and began to read out loud, “In order to go forward you have to go back. In order to grow, you have to shrink. In order to succeed, you have to fail. To heal, there must be blood. Payment for entrance is a warrior's death, immortality is priceless but ultimately cursed. Seek thee out, the Hall of the Slain.” He trailed off with the last few words until the others had to strain to hear. He lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. As the others stared at him, he shook his head as if to ward off a headache.

she said in a stutter as she burst out into tears "Liv is gone, she’s never coming back to you or anyone, just like Nora and Mick, she’s left us behind. No matter how we search the house or for how long we read the diary, no one is coming back to us… We are left alone in this horrible house, we are left alone here… Nora isn’t coming back, Mick won’t either, it’s time we accept the fact that we are the only ones left Lyon… we are the only ones" she sobbed

I fell to my knees and to the ground, losing all consciousness. My long lashes fluttered weakly against each other once more before they gave up and I felt myself being carried away by strong hands. Everything is over now. It was all gone. ****Author's note**** Please leave a vote and your thoughts. 'Everything is over now.' Do you believe that is true? Anyways, from the quote of Hermann Hesse "Who would be born must first destroy a world.” Chapter Soundtrack: Ghost town by Benson Boone

In the film The Prisoner of Azkaban, Dumbledore addresses the Hogwarts students in the great hall and says, "But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

"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. ‎