Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.
It's the things we love most that destroy us.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
I can hear President Snow's voice in my head. 'On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capital, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.
Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta. If he does, he won't have any way to hurt you. " "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. "Whatever it takes to break you.
And we must fight back! 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? Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!
But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.
Yes, everyone in the districts will be watching me to see how I handle this death sentence, this final act of President Snow’s dominance. They will be looking for some sign that their battles have not been in vain. If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me…but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is just fine as long as its contained.
Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!
I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.
I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
