#katniss

I remember everything about you," says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You're the one who wasn't paying attention. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #peeta-mellark #attention

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

But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#hunger-games #katniss-everdeen #rue #beauty

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#gale #katniss #the-hunger-games #love

My name is Katniss Everdeen. My home is District Twelve. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead. Most likely is dead. It would probably be best if he were dead... - Katniss EverdeenS ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#home

I hear Peeta's voice in my head. She has no idea. The effect she can have. Obviously meant to demean me. Right? But a tiny part of me wonders if this was a compliment. That he meant I was appealing in some way. It's weird, how much he's noticed me. Like the attention he's paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta #the-hunger-games #imagination

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #suzanne-collins #the-hunger-games #love

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. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #mockingjay #peeta #romance #love

This is the closest we will ever come to love. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#hunger-games #katniss #suzanne-collins #love