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

“How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.”

“Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, 'How do you bear it?'Finnick looks at me in disbelief. 'I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.'Something in my expression stops him.'Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.'Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.”

“I like to wake up each morning and not know what I think, that I may reinvent myself in some way.”

“Each day i wake and think at last this nightmare is over. But it never is.”

“I find myself daydreaming about him when I wake up in the morning, in school when something reminds me of him, and when I fall asleep at night”