"It’s just that I didn’t understand when I met you. After your first Games, I thought the whole romance was an act on your part. We all expected you’d continue that strategy. But it wasn’t until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I —-." Finnick hesitates.
I think back to the arena. How I sobbed when Finnick revived Peeta. The quizzical look on Finnick’s face. The way he excused my behavior, blaming it on my pretend pregnancy. “That you what?”
"That I knew I misjudged you. That you do love him. I’m not saying in what way. Maybe you don’t know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently. —- Mockingjay, pg. 155-156
"Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?"
Kids, there’s more than one story of how I met your mother. You know the short version, the thing with your mom’s yellow umbrella, but there’s a bigger story…
the books weren’t written for children,
they were written for …the promise breakers.
This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good.
There probably aren’t words to describe your emotions.
Now, now, now, now, gentlemen, please. On the contrary there’s a very good word…
So I finally cracked open my Princess Diaries special edition dvd, and immediately went to the bloopers, as you do, and decided that the internet needed even more reasons to love Julie Andrews. You’re welcome.