Peeta Mellark Hunger Games Quotes Novels & Stories

“I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! “ “Is he seriously quoting The Lord Of The Rings: The Return of the King right now?” Alex asks the table, but his mate shushes him. “I picked up on the three different Game of Thrones quotes, myself,” Lumi tells his son. “I caught one or two of those as well,” Chad says with a chuckle. “So he is quoting movies, books, and tv shows to us to what? Get us in some kind of fight

“please don’t die of a heart attack, I can hear it from here, and truthfully their singing is louder. I know you mean no disrespect. You are a broken Mockingjay, you will hop as long as your feet take you” He walked ahead of me, Turning around to face me.

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!”

“Bold words. Dangerous ones for someone whose head should’ve been on a stake last week.” “But it’s not. And as long as I’m alive, there’s hope for my freedom. Death is the least of my fears,” I say, my gaze unflinching. Katniss sobers, her smug expression returning. “Do you know why people call Fae foolish creatures?” I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue.

I know you’re probably overthinking this. I smiled, fingers flying across the screen. Me: Of course I’m overthinking. Mark gave me one of his famous pep talks. Hayden:Scary. What did he say? Me:That I shouldn’t let rich people games shake my confidence. There was a pause before his reply came through. Hayden: He’s not wrong. But don’t worry. We’ll handle this together. I leaned my head back against the couch cushions, warmth spreading through me. Me: We’ll be fine, right?

I have never been one to turn down free food, but I need to make their lives hell. Sitting down, they both watch me. I take the fork and take a small amount of the jacket potato and put it in my mouth and swallow it down. Placing the fork back down, I stand and walk back to the bed and lay back down. “You can take it away. I’m full.” I mumble as I turn my back on them both. Game on motherfuckers, welcome to hell.

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 wоuldn’t саrе if I еvеr аtе a ѕіnglе morsel оf food ever again. “I know уоu’rе nоt hungrу, Iz, but уоu have tо eat. I’m thіnkіng wе can hаvе a Twilight marathon. Nothing lіkе реrvіng over ѕеxу vаmрѕ and wеrеwоlvеѕ to mаkе уоu fоrgеt аbоut nаѕtу mаn-whоrеѕ.”

Even I can tell that I’m slower than I was this morning. “You have to fight like your life depends on it, girl,” the Pitmaster says, distain in her voice. “Because it does.” She stared at me fiercely a moment, a gaze I tried to mimic and return. Seeing that, she sighed. “Look around you. Every person in here would take your life in an instant without question.”

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.