Aprendi com os meus próprios erros que sofrer não torna mais poético, chorar não...
Como a maioria dos sofrimentos, esse começou com uma aparente felicidade.– A menina que roubava livros
Repara bem no que não digo.– Leminski
“Peeta’s mother was not a bad person. She was not the cruel, angry woman her children grew to know. It was years and years of knowing that she was second best to the only man she loved that turned her bitter and callous - and Peeta’s blonde hair and blue eyes did nothing but remind her of the only woman her husband had truly loved”.