Quotes About Emotion

Recuerda que estamos locamente enamorados, así que puedes besarme cuando quieras..

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.

A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

Rue,, la niña que, cuando le preguntas por lo que mas ama en el mundo, contesta que la musica, nada mas y nada menos.

That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.

Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to.

Hearts been jumping just like a rabbit. Blood keeps pumping but that's just habit.

Rue drawing her last breath in my arms. And the song. I get to sing every note of the song. Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

So well intended, and yet so insulting. - Gale Hawthorne

Así que, después, cuando me susurra: -Me amas. ¿Real o no? Yo respondo: -Real.

Blood like raindrops on the window.

My heart is beating so fast and fierce I hardly hear them.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

Pero siento como si conociera a Rue...La veo en las flores amarillas que crecen en la Pradera junto a mi casa. La veo en los sinsajos que cantan en los arboles. Pero mas que nada, la veo en mi hermana Prim.

Suzanne Collins

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.

In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Gale. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as I climb the hills

Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,

The implications that I could so readily dispose of Peeta, that I'm in love with Gale, that the whole thing has been an act.

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

But better of sad then dead.

Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

Su cara toma una expresión especial cuando se concentra. Su expresión habitualmente relajada es reemplazada por algo más intenso y lejano que sugiere todo un mundo encerrado dentro de él.