#katniss

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#finnick #hunger-games #katniss #mirror #pretty

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #smile #suzanne-collins

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-and-peeta #katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #romance

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #love

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. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #peeta #games

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. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-mellark #games

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #life-and-death #sunsets #death

Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#break-me #chapter- #katniss

Maybe I'll be like the man in the Hanging Tree still waiting for an answer.' Gale who I have never seen cry has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over. I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes and misery. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #tears