#hung

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over. ↗

— Ally Condie

#hunger #hurt #pain #waiting #wish

انتفاء الجوع مأساة لم يتطرق إليها أحد من قبل ↗

— Amélie Nothomb

#novel #biography

Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#hunger-games #peeta #cute

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 can't do this anymore," I say. "I know," he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#death

Just one more thing. I kill Snow. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#the-hunger-games-trilogy #katniss

I've always been led to believe that the ultimate goal for an author is the movie deal. Now I understand that the movie deal is merely a MEANS TO A MUCH HIGHER END: NAIL POLISH. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#hunger-games #nail-polish #funny

Some people prefer eating dessert to the main course. These people have never been really hungry. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#hunger #hungry #main-course #preference #inspirational

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #pretend #relationships #the-hunger-games

Lean down a minute first,” he says. “Need to tell you something.” I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle as he whispers. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love

Consider the fact that no matter how many planets and stars are reflected in a lake, these reflections are encompassed within the water itself; that no matter how many universes there are, they are encompassed within a single space; and that no matter how vast and how numerous the sensory appearances of samsara and nirvana may be, they are encompassed within the single nature of mind (sem-nyid). ↗

— Dudjom Lingpa

#dzogchen #hungchenkara #nonduality #nature