Stay happy.

“My name is Peeta Mellark I’m from District 12. My name is Peeta Mellark I’m from District 12.”

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. 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. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him "Real.”

"I don't want him to go. In fact, I want him to climb in with me, to be there when the nightmares hit tonight.

"Always."

“People say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, but the truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you’d lose it.”

“You’re my whole life. I would never be happy again.”

“You'll never be able to let him go."

You love him. I’m not saying in what way. Maybe you don’t even know yourself. But anyone paying attention can see it.

“Our lives aren’t just measured in years. They’re measured in the lives of the people we touch around us”

“'I mean, for the Capitol, you’re pure,’ he says, clearly trying to mollify me. ’For me, you’re perfect.”

If he dies I’ll never go home. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to find my way out.

"I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking."

“You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know.”

“Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.”

“So I only say, “So what should we do with our last few days?” “I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.” 

Prim asks the question that's in my mind. "Is it that what they've done to Peeta? Taken his memories of Katniss and distorted them so they're scary?" (...) “I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.”