I’d rather risk my life out there than spending the rest of it in here. We don’t belong here. This place isn’t our home. We were put here. We were trapped here. At least, out there we have a choice.
Our lives were never ours. There was no real life because we didn’t have any choice. Our lives belong to Snow and our deaths do, too. But if you kill him, Katniss, if you end all of this, all those deaths, they mean something.
We are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
Better to die saving lives than to live with taking them.
The sole purpose of life has been to pass on what was learned.
You cannot live your life to please others. The choice must be yours.
When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great circle of life.
What we do in life, echoes in eternity.
One shouldn’t leave this life without a sense of completion.
There’s no point in living if you can’t feel alive.
Kaulder, You have tested more of life than I can ever imagine. But, it’s been a long time since you really lived. You’re missing out on the best part about brief stay in this world. The part where you share it.
If you wanted to live a nice, quiet, peaceful life, you picked the wrong time to get born.
