Quotes About Emotion

What's going on in your head?" "I don't know," I whisper back. "Then it's like kissing someone who's drunk. It doesn't count.

Things pick up for me once they've announced two tributes from the same district can live and I shout out Peeta's name and then clap my hands over my mouth.

Then I realize . . . he was my first kill.

Hope 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. So, contain it.

How'd you lose Mags?" "In the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldn't lift her. Finnick said he couldn't take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison," I say. "She was Finnick's mentor, you know," Johanna says accusingly. "No, I didn't," I say. "She was half his family," she says a few moments later, but there's less venom behind it.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt … and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards.

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.

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.

where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead. It would be best for everyone if I were dead. . . . When

I don't try to move away. Why should I, anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you.

A mi me hace avanzar el odio. Cuando la energía del odio desaparezca no serviré para nada.

You love me. Real or not real?

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was that beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

But he was already in love with you," says Cressida. "I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

But he was already in love with you,

As happy as some daydream would make him, it only made returning to reality more painful.

I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

He'll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena,

I fumble. I'm not as smooth with words as Peeta. And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen back home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.

They were never real lovers.

She has no idea. The effect she can have." He runs his fingernail along the wood grain in the table, refusing to look at me.

Si tu mors i jo visc, a mi no m'espera cap mena de vida […]. Tu ets tota la meva vida. Mai més no tornaria a ser feliç.

His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.