Here are all of the incredible Mockingjay quotes I eagerly highlighted and jotted down while reading the final book of the Hunger Games.
Some will make you weep, some will make your hair stand on end, and the best will make you think.
All the Mockingjay Quotes that Made You Have All the Feels
I KILL SNOW. If he’s captured, I want the privilege.
“You’re going to be the best-dressed rebel in history,” says Gale with a smile.
But this republic idea sounds like an improvement over our current government.
“If we lose?” Plutarch looks out at the clouds, and an ironic smile twists his lips. “Then I would expect next year’s Hunger Games to be quite unforgettable. That reminds me.” He takes a vial from his vest, shakes a few deep violet pills into his hand, and holds them out to us. “We named them nightlock in your honor, Katniss. The rebels can’t afford for any of us to be captured now. But I promise, it will be completely painless.”
How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people. The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That’s how they recognize me, why I belong to them.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
It takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.
I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me, what I mean to the rebels. My ongoing struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.
“Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”
Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery.
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
I’m light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He’ll probbaly be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the area, the ones I haven’t dared let myself consider until this moment.
When I wake, I wonder if this will be the only way I sleep now, with drugs shot into my arm.
“I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.”
A chill runs through me. Am I really that cold and calculating? Gale didn’t say, “Katniss will pick whoever it will break her heart to give up,” or even “whoever she can’t live without.” Those would have implied I was motivated by a kind of passion. But my best friend predicts I will choose the person who I think I “can’t survive without.” There’s not the least indication that love, or desire, or even compatibility will sway me. I’ll just conduct an unfeeling assessment of what my potential mates can offer me. As if in the end, it will be the question of whether a baker or a hunter will extend my longevity the most. It’s a horrible thiing for Gale to say, for Peeta not to refute. Especially when every emotion I have has been taken and exploited by the Capitol or the rebels. At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.
“Never underestimate the power of a brilliant stylist.”
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. There is no District 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol. President Snow hates me. He killed my sister. Now I will kill him. And then the Hunger Games will be over…
“After all, it was Thirteen that started the rebellion that led to the Dark Days, and then abandoned the rest of the districts when the tide turned against it. But I wasn’t watching Coin. I was watching you, Mockingjay. And you were watching me. I’m afraid we have both been played for fools.”
“Oh, my dear miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.”
I can’t believe how normal they’ve made me look on the outside when inwardly I’m such a wasteland.
I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself.
You can spin it anyway 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 benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.
“Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?” I ask.
“Oh, not now. Now we’re in that sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated,” he says. “But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss.”
“Fire beats roses again.”
“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.
“They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much.
“But there are much worse games to play.”