I totally forgot to include the quotes of the third book Mockingjay on this blog! Oh my, I was a bit busy with all the news and stills that drives me supper crazy and excited for the movie. But for those who wants to have the quotes of the third Hunger Games book, Mockingjay, here you go. If the movie comes out, I am planning to get the quotes from that too.
“You love me. Real or not real?”I tell him, “Real.”
“Well, don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.”
“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.“Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.”
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
“Finnick?” I say, “Maybe some pants?”He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. “Why? Do you find this” — he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose — “distracting?”I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell”
“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.”
“Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!”
“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
“I must have loved you a lot.”
“There are much worse games to play.”
“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
“I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.”
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.”
“Are you, are you coming to the tree?Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.Strange things did happen here.No stranger would let it be if we met upAt midnight in the hanging tree.”
“Some walks you have to take alone.”
“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.”
“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 arena.”
“I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock.
“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.
“I can’t,” he says.”
“Oh, Peeta, Don’t make me sorry I restarted your heart.”
“I think….you still have no idea. The effect you can have.”
“Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.”
“Katniss. I remember about the bread.”
“I knew you’d kiss me.”“How?” I say. Because I didn’t know myself.“Because I am in pain,” He say’s. “That’s the only way I get your attention.”
“What about Gale?”
“He’s not a bad kisser either,” I say shortly.
“And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” He asks.
“No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I wasn’t asking your permission,” I tell him.
Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. “Well, you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”
“She’s not here,” I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. “She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.” At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. “Get out!” He dodges the pillow I throw at him. “Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!” I start to shake, furious with him. “She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!” I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.”
“There’s a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don’t give up on him.”
“I roll my eyes. “So when did I become so special? When they carted me off to the Capitol?”“No, about six months before that. Right after New Year’s. We were in the Hob, eating some slop of Greasy Sae’s. And Darius was teasing you about trading a rabbit for one of his kisses. And I realized…I minded.”
“If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings,” he say’s. “Real or not real?”
“Real,” I say. “But people don’t need wings to survive.”
“But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.”
“Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.”
“Finnick!” Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman–dark tangled hair, sea green eyes–runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. “Finnick!” And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.”
“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 of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.”
“Yes,” I whisper. The red blinking light on one of the cameras catches my eye. I know I’m being recorded. “Yes,” I say more forcefully. Everyone is drawing away from me—Gale, Cressida, the insects—giving me the stage. But I stay focused on the red light. “I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women, and children. There will be no survivors.” The shock I’ve been feeling begins to give way to fury. “I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do.” My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. “This is what they do! And we must fight back!”
I’m moving in toward the camera now, carried forward by my rage. “President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”
“Is that why you hate me?” I ask.“Partly,” She admits. “Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you’re a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn’t an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally.”
“Katniss….he’s still trying to keep you alive.”
“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me……..”
“Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.”
“Oh, that I do know…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.”
“You’re not afraid I’ll kill you tonight?”
“Like I couldn’t take you.”
“It’s impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much more worse than death.
“Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.
“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath.
“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.
There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from that semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a entails, I am broken.
Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.
“I cant do this anymore,” I say.
“I know,” he says.”
“Want a sugar cube”
“Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like… But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen”
“Don’t let him take you from me.”
“Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We’re very familiar with each other’s screams.”
“I’m not their slave,” the man mutters.“I am,” I say. “That’s why I killed Cato… and he killed Thresh… and he killed Clove… and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the capitol. But I’m tired of being a piece in their games.”
“Fine. I’ll train. But I’m going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself.” Says Johanna.
“Probably best not to bring that up in training,” I say. “But it’s nice to know I’ll have a ride.”
“I ate your lunch.”
“Ladies and gentlemen…..”His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room.“Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!”
There are lots of quotes from that book, if you want to add more just put it at the comments box below. Thanks!
“As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You’re still angry.”
“And you’re still not sorry,” I reply.
“I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks.
“No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him.”