11 de dezembro de 2013

"Entre Aspas" de A Esperança (Mockingjay) - Suzanne Collins

Dessa vez, as minhas frases, citações, passagens favoritas do livro A Esperança (Mockingjay) de Suzanne Collins.

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

Aviso: contém spoilers.

  • “You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers.
    "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.”   - Peeta e Katniss

  •  “Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?"
    He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?"
    I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell”   

  • “I must have loved you a lot.”   - Peeta

  • “I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
    His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”   

  • “You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”   - Katniss e Peeta

  • “Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.”   - Peeta

  • “Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.”   - Katniss

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

  • “I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.”   - Peeta

  • “I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock.

    “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

    “I can’t,” he says.”  
     - Peeta e Katniss

  • “Some walks you have to take alone.”   

  • “That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. 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.”   

  • “Katniss. I remember about the bread.”   - Peeta

  • “There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.”   

  • “What about Gale?"
    "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly.
    "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks.
    "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him.
    Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?”  

  • “At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"
    "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
    "Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
    "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once."
    "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
    But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
    Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.”   

  • “My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me........”    

  • “Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman--dark tangled hair, sea green eyes--runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. "Finnick!" And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
    A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.”   

  • “If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?"
    "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive."
    "Mockingjays do.”

  • “It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me."
    Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. "No. I don't want to. . ."
    I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
    His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”

  • “I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss," says Peeta. "Even if my mother isn't a healer."
    I'm jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. "You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?"
    "Real," he says. "And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?"
    "Real." I shrug. "You were the reason I was alive to do it.”   

  • “It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much more worse than death.

    "Cut," I hear Cressida say quietly.

    "What's wrong with her?" Plutarch says under his breath.

    "She's figured out how Snow's using Peeta," says Finnick.

    There's something like a collective sigh of regret from that semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a entails, I am broken.

    Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

    "I can't do this anymore," I say.

    "I know," he says.”   

  • “No problem," Gale replies. "I wake up ten times a night anyway."
    "To make sure Katniss is still here?" asks Peeta.
    "Something like that,"...
    "That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her."
    "Well, WE never have,"...
    "She loves you, you know," says Peeta. "She as good as told me after they whipped you."
    "Don't believe it,"Gale answers. "The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell...well she never kissed me like that."
    "It was just part of the show," Peeta tells him, although there's an edge of doubt in his voice.
    "No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her." There's a long pause. "I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then."
    "You couldn't," says Peeta. "She'd never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life."
    "I wonder how she'll make up her mind."
    "Oh, that I do know." I can just catch Gale's last words through the layer of fur. "Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without”   - Peeta e Gale

  • “I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over. Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like. Snow thought the Hunger Games were an efficient means of control. Coin thought the parachutes would expedite the war. But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.”   

  • “Now we're in that sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated. But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction."

  • “She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.”   

Bem, relembrando essas frases e passagens todas me deu muita saudade desse e dos outros livros. Muitas dessas - e no tempo em que as li - me fizeram os olhos um tanto marejados e me lembro do nó que deu na garganta quando li e que no tempo em que li sim que deixei saírem algumas lágrimas...

2 comentários:

  1. Não as li porque como ainda não o livro não quero ficar com ideias :P

    1. Pois faz bem. hehehe Vem ver quando o ler, aí me diz se também gosta de alguma que escolhi. ;)


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