If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?
“Be very careful what you try with that. Im not as strong as I should be. His breath was ragged, and irregular. And you are stronger than you know.”
“Be very careful what you try with that. I’m not as strong as I should be.” His breath was ragged, and irregular. “And you are stronger than you know.”
“...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...”