“Perhaps this was the secret to being at peace: want nothing but what is given to you.”

“Jealousy clings to love's underside like bats to a bridge.”

“Sorrow can be a bully.”

“Tears filled Claire’s eyes but, as if they knew their place, didn’t leave.”

“...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...”