“He put a dark place in me and I can't forgive him for that. But it's a part of me now and how can I regret what I am - though it often makes me sad.”

“I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.”

“The lovely flowers
embarrass me.
They make me regret
I am not a bee…”

“Can you ever forgive me?
I already have.
How could you? I don't deserve it.
That's what makes it love.”

“John, forgive me… for what I can't help doing.”

“I can't do it, I can't conceive
You're everything you're trying to make me believe 'Cause this show is too well designed
Too well to be held with only me in mind And how, how am I different?
How, how am I different?”

“It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”

“I’m not him and he’s not me, but what I’m required to do for him and what I am enabled to do for him is what makes it like me. It fits my particular talents and skills very well. So in that respect, yeah, he is me, but I am not the cranky, sarcastic, underachieving kind of guy that he is. He’s easy to fall in, I will say that.”

“How can I forgive you? How can I forgive the person who killed me with the depth of her love?”

“Maybe… because for the first time… there was a chance I could keep him,” I say.
“So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?”
“Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.”
And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.”