Hunger Games Quotes :)

So I have finished the Hunger Games trilogy. And so here are some of my favorite quotes!!

Effie: “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!”

Caesar: “Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?”
Peeta: “Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping.”
Caesar: “She have another fellow?”
Peeta: “I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her.”
Caesar: “So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?”
Peeta: “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case”
Caesar: “Why ever not?”
Peeta: “Because…because…she came here with me.”

Peeta: “Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games”

Peeta: “You love me. Real or not real?"Katniss: "Real.”

"Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?”
“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror."
“You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.
“It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.”   
     
“You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.”

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?”  hahaha, Finnick Odair.

"Your favorite color...it's green?"
"That's right. And yours is orange."
"Orange?"
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset. At least, that's what you told me once."
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
But more words stumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
 
He lies down, but just stares at the needle on one of the dials as it twitches from side to side. Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn't recoil. So I continue to gently sooth back his hair. Its the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real?" he whispers.
"Real," I answer. It seems to require more explination. "Because that's what you and I do. Protect each other." 
"That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her."
"Well, we never have," Gale laughs. They both laugh. It's so strange to hear them talking like this. Almost like friends. Which they're not. Never have been. Although they're not exactly enemies.
"She loves you, you know," says Peeta. "She as good as told me after they whipped you."
"Don't believe it," Gale answers. "The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell...well, she never kissed me like that."
"It was part of the show," Peeta tells him, although there's an edge of doubt in his voice.
"No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her." There's a long pause. "I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then."
"You couldn't," says Peeta. "She'd never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life."
"Well, it wont be an issue much longer. I think it's unlikely all three of us will be alive at the end of the war. And if we are, then it's Katniss's problem. Who to choose." Gale yawns. "Yeah." I hear Peeta's handcuffs slide down the support as he settles in. "I wonder how she'll make up her mind."
"Oh, that I do know." I can just catch Gale's last words through the layer of fur. "Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without."

Pinterest

I have, very recently, become addicted to Pinterest.  For those of you who don't know, Pinterest is online pin boards that you can organize/catagorize and search through pins.

While browsing through some pins, I came across a prayer. It says, "Lord, empty me of me so I can be filled with you. Lord, empty me of the selfishness inside every vain ambition and the poison of my pride and any foolishness my heart holds to. Lord, empty me of ME so I can be filled with YOU."

Short, right? But now you want to be able to say, "I wish I had written that."

This prayer, to me, is the definition of giving yourself up to God. To be able to say, "Lord, rid me of me," and mean it.

Pocket full of Tickets

So the other night during our family devotional, our dad asked us what we want to say we accomplished by the time we get to heaven. My sister answered, "I don't want to have wasted any talents."

This question reminded me about a book I read two years ago before I went on a missions trip to Uganda. It's called "One Thing You Can't Do In Heaven" by Mark Cahill.  The "One Thing" is evangelism.  Mark Cahill talks about how we can't evangelize once we die.

Cahill made an interesting point.  He said that evangelism is like God giving us pocketfuls of tickets to Heaven. Our job is to hand them out. Some of the reasons why we are afraid to evangelize is we are to proud, afraid of rejection, or don't know what to say.  But we have a pocket, and that pocket is full of tickets to Heaven. We need to remember that just because we hand out the ticket, doesn't mean that it will be used.  We should look at every person we encounter as someone to share the gospel with.  We should be able to stand before the Lord and say, "I did everything you asked. My pockets are empty. I wasted nothing."

Thought of the Day

The Angles Sang

It's a Wednesday afternoon
And I'm sitting in this church in my black dress
Wondering why I'm here for you
Cause you were gone and it all happened out of the blue


Heaven opened up and the angels sang
And you had that huge smile on your face
All your pains and all your tears
Were washed away
When the angels sang


Down here you left a hole in our hearts
And the burden of having to live with our grief
But through our pain we see hope
Because we know that soon we'll be home


Heaven opened up and the angels sang
And you had that huge smile on your face
All your pains and all your tears
Were washed away
When the angels sang


And we are still here waiting for the day
When we can join you in paradise
Standing side by side to worship our King
As the angels sing


Heaven opened up and the angels sang
And you had that huge smile on your face
All your pains and all your tears
Were washed away
When the angels sang


You had that huge smile on your face
When the angels sang