The Hunger Games Trilogy

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Was I simply too out of it before to fully register the loss of my world?

Gale spreads the bread slices with the soft goat cheese, carefully placing a basil leaf on each while I strip the bushes of their berries. We settle back in a nook in the rocks. From this place, we are invisible but have a clear view of the valley, which is teeming with summer life, greens to gather, roots to dig, fish iridescent in the sunlight. The day is glorious, with a blue sky and soft breeze. The food’s wonderful, with the cheese seeping into the warm bread and the berries bursting in our mouths. Everything would be perfect if this really was a holiday, if all the day off meant was roaming the mountains with Gale, hunting for tonight’s supper. But instead we h

a sort of double take

blaze the path

the embodiment of the revolution

“Well, there’s some room for improvement there.”

I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

“Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

“Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness,”