Sofia

“Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.”
― John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games