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"Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner."
Survival
"She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead."
Loss
"How are you managing? And don't say you're fine."It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am."
Emotion
"And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You can see the realization of this as the screens begin to pop into blackness. It's too late, though. In the confusion they didn't cut us off in time. Everyone has seen."
Unity
"What have the nibblers ever done for you?"The breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it back from her face, giving him a clear shot of her eyes. They were asking for an answer. Needing to know if she could count on him."They saved your life," he said.And for just a moment, Luxa's face softened and she smiled."
Support
"It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman."
Identity
"You can swim, too." he says. "Where did you learn that in District Twelve?""We have a very big bathtub."
Humor
"I'm left staring up at the night sky the only roof left because to many memories are drowning me."
Emotion
"I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me."
Identity
"The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that."
Hope
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"Grief does not change you. It reveals you."
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Personal Development
"Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss."
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Personal Development
"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura oflife which bears no relation to true immortality but through which theycontinue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. Itis as though they were traveling abroad."
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Personal Development
"All winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming..."
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Personal Development
"For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear."
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Personal Development
"The relatives of a suicide always take it in bad part that he did not remain alive out of consideration for the family dignity."
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Personal Development
"There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion."
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Personal Development
"We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find out interest in life returning to us."
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Personal Development
"A tormented mind wants to forget, what a broken heart will always remember."
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Personal Development
"She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she had managed to keep it inside her this long was astounding to James. He thought of pushing open the half-closed door and kneeling before his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and helping her upstairs. He raised his hand, stroking the wood of the door, planning to say something to calm her. But what wisdom could he offer Gus, when he could not even heed it himself? James walked upstairs again, got into bed, covered his head with a pillow. And hours later, when Gus crept beneath the sheets, he tried to pretend that he did not feel the weight of her grief, lying between them like a fitful child, so solid that he could not reach past it to touch her."
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