It's the things we love most, that destroy us.

You love me Real or not real
-Real

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

He wanted to stay there forever, letting her soothe him, pretending he was just a kid and his mom could make everything okay.

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.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.