The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
Our lives are not just measured in years. They are measured in the lives we touch around us.
You come in as this satellite part of the film [Catching Fire], so I only see Stanley [Tucci] in my scenes. These kinds of movies have so many different components; it's about as different from doing The Girl as you could imagine.
You see all these old buildings [in Rio] going down or catching fire overnight, and it is so sad. I am very connected with these buildings because they are our history. It is the only one that we have.
When you're in the arena...you just remember who the enemy is" - Haymitch
You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.
But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no district twelve.
No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.
If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.
Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.
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.
Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
You're hideous, you know that, right?
I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.
So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.
Tick tock, this is a clock.
I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.
I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. "Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.
Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.
Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.
You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.