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As nearly as a lover can do, I was seeing the whole of her — a wholeness I would never lose — and knowing her soul.

[Her death] saved our love from perishing in one of the other ways that love could perish. Would I not rather our love go through death than hate?

You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

But, though I wouldn't have admitted it, even to myself, I didn't want God aboard. He was too heavy. I wanted Him approving from a considerable distance.

A choice was necessary: and there is no certainty. One can only choose a side. So I — I now choose my side: I choose beauty; I choose what I love. But choosing to believe is believing.

We had had what we had chosen, not business success or scholarly acclaim but a great love.

The future dream charms us because of its timelessness; and I think most of the charm we see in the "good old days" is no less an illusion of timelessness.

"Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games," says Peeta.

Yes, no matter how we defend ourselves against the outside we’re always licked by something from the inside. There’s no defense against betrayal, and we all betray ourselves.

They’ll never forget, never forgive, no matter who the enemy is, son. Better just to start a new life. Be someone else.

Who had the bigger burden? The one who had to watch the other person endure or the one who endured?

The mind is the reality. You are what you think.