Why...do you find this...distracting?
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay.
“You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real.”
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
“Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the ar...”
“You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.”
“That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead ...”
“I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.”
“Only super-efforts count.”
“I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.”
“That is what a well-guarded prayer life can reveal about us, that our trust is not in ourselves but in seeking God's strength for what we do. Prayer is not a substitute for action, but prayer under...”
“Finnik? I say. Maybe some pants?He looks down at his legs as if noticing them for the first time. Then he whips of his hospital gown, leaving him in just is underwear. Why? Do you find this-he stri...”
“Finnik?” I say. “Maybe some pants?” He looks down at his legs as if noticing them for the first time. Then he whips of his hospital gown, leaving him in just is underwear. “Why? Do you find this”-h...”
“Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.”
“Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good.”
“Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information? Bones asked, getting back to the subject. You to take me, she replied at once. Not gonna happen! I spat, squ...”