Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
why do i always assume everyone looks like their icon
im not kidding
if your icon was a goat
i would think that you are a goat
“Forget it, District Twelve. We’re going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally… what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue?”
What makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever, what makes it precious is that it ends. I know that now more than ever. And I say it today of all days to remind us that time is luck. So don’t waste it living someone else’s life, make yours count for something. Fight for what matters to you, no matter what. Because even if you fall short, what better way is there to live?