This time, there are no tears. This time, there is only emptiness and I feel it set in the straight line of my mouth. I am not strong enough for this. I want an earthquake, a hurricane, anything – even a devil, the one with the cloven hoof – Mrs. Leed’s unfortunate 13th child – to rush out and stomp on me, break me into little pieces and hurl me to the stars, let me go back with those people I love. Please.
There is a realm in which miracles are possible and do take place. The door to this realm is the belief in all possibilities and YOU are the key.
It’s being without him that I’ll never get used to.
…I did what most kids do when their world feels destroyed. I tried to care less about what remained…This was untrue, of course.
The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces- those, I think, are the sensations of grief.
…People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane…
You’re innocent until proven guilty,
Anyone? On Snow’s visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. “Convince me,” Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta’s life in limbo, I finally did. And In doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me.
But thou art with us, with us in the past,
The present, with us in the times to come.
There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,
No languor, no dejection, no dismay,
No absence scarcely can there be, for those
Who love as we do. Speed thee well!
The worst pain … isn’t the pain you feel at the time, it’s the pain you feel later on when there’s nothing you can do about it, They say that time heals all wounds, But we never live long enough to test that theory …