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Quotes About Peeta Mellark

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Suzanne Collins
“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“I must have loved you a lot.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“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.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say.

“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.

“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.”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins
“Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"
"That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "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 tumble 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.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“I'm more than just a piece in their Games.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say.

"For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot."

This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“Because...because...she came here with me.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“I remember everything about you," says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You're the one who wasn't paying attention.”
Suzanne Collins

Suzanne Collins
“It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins
“They'll be granted immunity!" I feel myself rising from my chair, my voice full of resonant. "You will personally pledge this in front of the entire population of District Thirteen and the remainder of Twelve. Soon. Today. It will be recorded for future generations. You will hold yourself and your government responsible for their safety, or you'll find yourself another Mockingjay!”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me...no competition...best thing that ever happened to you..."

"I don't remember that last part," I say, hoping it's too dim in here for the cameras to pick up my blush.

"Oh, that's right. That what I was thinking," he says.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“We were five. You had a plaid dress and your hair...it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out while we were waiting to line up. He said, 'See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner.' And I said, 'A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?' And he said, 'Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.' So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She put you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, ever bird outside the windows fell silent. And right when your song ended, I knew -just like your mother- I was a goner.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don't want to die like Cato," he says.

“Then you shoot me," I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him. "You shoot me and go home and live with it!" And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale.
-Peeta Mellark”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins
“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

“I can’t,” he says.”
Suzanne Collins

Suzanne Collins
“What happens when we get back?
I don't know. I guess we try and forget.
I don't want to forget.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Still hanging on?" She asks.
Well, as long as we're talking I'm alive. "He's out there now. Hunting Cato," I snarl at her. Then I scream at the top of my lungs. "Peeta!"
Clove jams her fist into my windpipe, very effectively cutting off my voice. But her head's whipping from side to side, and I know for a moment she's at least considering I'm telling the truth. Since no Peeta appears to save me, she turns back to me.
"Liar," she says with a grin. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“It’s the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins
“But more words tumble 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.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins
“I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said "who knows the valley song?" and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday”
Suzanne Collins

Suzanne Collins
“They don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.”
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Let the games begin!”
Susan Collins

Suzanne Collins
“Whose is it, do you think?” I say finally. “No telling,” says Finnick. “Why don’t we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins
“- Con mi caja de pinturas, en casa, puedo hacer todos los colores imaginables: rosa tan pálido como la piel de un bebé o tan fuerte como el ruibarbo. Verde como la hierba en primavera. Un azul que reluce como el hielo en el agua.

La mujer clava la mirada en los ojos de Peeta, absorta en sus palabras.

- Una vez me pasé tres días mezclando pintura hasta encontrar el tono perfecto para la luz del sol sobre el pelaje blanco. Verás, creía que era amarillo, pero era mucho más que eso. Capas de todo tipo de colores, una a una.

La respiración de la mujer se ralentiza hasta no ser más que rápidas exhalaciones. Se moja la mano libre en la sangre del pecho y hace los pequeños movimientos giratorios con los que tanto le gustaba pintar.

- Todavía no he conseguido pintar un arco iris. Llegan tan deprisa y se van tan prono… No he tenido el tiempo suficiente para capturarlos, sólo un poquito de azul por aquí o de morado por allá y vuelven a desaparecer. Vuelven al aire.

La mujer parece hipnotizada por las palabras, en trance. Levanta una mano temblorosa y pinta lo que parece ser una flor en la mejilla de Peeta.

- Gracias – susurra él-. Es preciosa.”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins
“I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

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