30 de outubro de 2013

"Entre Aspas" de Em Chamas - Suzanne Collins






Dessa vez, as minhas frases, citações, passagens favoritas do livro Em Chamas de Suzanne Collins.

Estão em inglês, pois não estou com o livro fácil de pegar no momento.

Aviso: pode conter spoilers.



  • "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.”

  • “I'm going to wake Peeta," I say.
    "No, wait," says Finnick. "Let's do it together. Put our faces right in front of his."
    Well, there's so little opportunity for fun left in my life, I agree. We position ourselves on either side of Peeta, lean over until our faces are inches frim his nose, and give him a shake. "Peeta. Peeta, wake up," I say in a soft, singsong voice.
    His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we've stabbed him. "Aa!"
    Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta's attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again.”  
     


  •  “I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life." Peeta says. "I would never be happy again. It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living."

    "No one really needs me," he says, and there's no selfpity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on.... I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

    "I do," I say. "I need you.”   -
    Peeta e Katniss

  •  “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.”   

  •  “But I have to confess, I'm glad you two had at least a few months of happiness together."
    I'm not glad," says Peeta. "I wish we had waited until the whole thing was done officially."
    This takes even Caesar aback. "Surely even a brief time is better than no time?"
    Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Peeta bitterly, "If it weren't for the baby.” 

  •  “Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you.”  - Cinna

  •  “By late afternoon I lie with my head in Peeta’s lap making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair claiming he is practicing knots. After awhile his hands go still.
    “What?” I ask.
    “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.
    Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I’m so relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out.
    “Okay,” I say.
    I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?”
    “I’ll allow it.”   

  •  “Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.”

  • “but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me."
    As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.”   

  • “Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?”  


  •  “When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It's the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he's offered me any sort of affection. He's been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lovers? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.
    And why should I?”   

  •  “Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his.
    ...
    After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair.
    "Katniss... If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life", he says. "I would never be happy again."
    I start to object but he puts a finger to my lips. "It's different for you. I'm not sayin it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living." ... "Your family needs you, Katniss", Peeta says.
    My family. My mother. My sister. And my pretend cousin Gale. But Peeta's intension is clear. That Gale really is my family, or will be one day, if I live. That I'll marry him. So Peeta's giving me his life and Gale at the same time. To let me know I shouldn't ever have doubts about it.
    Everithing. That's what Peeta wants me to take from him.
    ...
    "No one really needs me", he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesen't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
    "I do", I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.
    I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
    This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.”   

  •  “I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I've seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers' guns away from me in District 11. I don't know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.”

  •  “What did Finnick Odair want?” he asks.
    I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. “He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,” I say in my best seductive voice.
    Peeta laughs. “Ugh. Not really.”
    “Really,” I say. “I'll tell you more when my skin stops crawling.”   

  •  “Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say.
    "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.”   

  •  “Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.”

Bom, é isso que me lembro de ter pego até o momento.


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