“Often, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.”

“... the object of learning was not to build a better mousetrap but to ask a better question.”

“Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.”

“How can I love you if I don't know what hurts you?”

“There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.”

“The young accept the extraordinary as normal because they do not compare their lives with those of others when everyone is like them.”

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”

“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.”

“So its true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”

“He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.”

“Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as...”