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Gale Hawthorne Quotes, Lines & Sayings

The Hunger Games (Book 1)Hard Cover Version (Katniss POV)

*Not all Gale lines are here. Only the sensible and important ones. It took a great deal of time for me to finish this. So don’t rip all of it off and paste it in your website. Enjoy!*

p#6 In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Gale.

p#6 The sight of him there brings on a smile. Gale says I never smile except in the woods.

p#7 “Look what I shot.” Gale holds up a loaf of bread with an arrow stuck in it, and I laugh.

p#7-8 “I almost forgot! Happy Hunger Games!” He plucks a few blackberries from the bushes aroun us. “And may the odds —” He tosses a berry in a high arc toward me.

I catch it in my mouth and break the delicate skin with my teeth. The sweet tartness explodes across my tongue.

"— be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve.

p#8 He could be my brother. Straight black hair, olive skin, we even have the same gray eyes. But we’re not related, at least not closely.

"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale.

"If we didn’t have so many kids," he adds quickly.

p#9 “I never want to have any kids,” I say.

"I might. If I didn’t live here," says Gale.

p#10 There’s never been anything romantic between Gale and me.

p#10 When we met, I was a skinny twelve-year-old, and although he was only two years older, he already looked like a man.

It took a long time for us to even become friends, to stop haggling over every trade and begin helping each other out.

p#10 …Gale won’t have trouble finding a wife. He’s good-looking, he’s strong enough to handle work in the mines, and he can hunt.

You can tell by the way girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him.

p#12 “You won’t be going in the capitol,” says Gale coolly… “What can you have? Five entries? I had six when I was just twelve years old.”

p#13 Gale, who’s only eighteen and has been either helping or single-handedly feeding a family of five for seven years, will have his name in forty-two times.

p#20 “Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile… But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and his forty-two names in that big glass ball and how the odds are not in his favor.

p#23 I can feel someone pulling her from my back. I turn and see Gale has lifted Prim off the ground and she’s thrashing his arms.

"Up you go, Catnip," he says, in a voice he’s fighting to keep steady…

p#38 Finally, Gale is here and maybe there is nothing romantic between us, but when he opens his arms I don’t hesitate to go into them.

p#40 “Katniss, it’s just hunting. You’re the best hunter I know,” says Gale.

"How different can it be, really?" says Gale grimly.

p#40 The Peacekeepers are back too soon and Gale asks for more time, but they’re taking him away and I start to panic. “Don’t let them starve!”

"I won’t! You know I won’t! Katniss, remember I —" he says, and they yank us apart and slam the door and I’ll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

p#84 “Your friend Gale. He’s the one who took your sister away at the reaping?”

"Not really. I hear the girls talk about him a lot. I thought he was your cousin or something. You favor each other," he says.

p#89 He’s a genius with traps and snares.

p#109-111 I had been struggling along on my own for about six months when I first ran into Gale in the woods. It was a Sunday in October, the air cool and pungent with dying things…I was hurrying back home, lugging my burlap sacks when I came across a dead rabbit. It was hanging by its neck in a thin wire a foot above my head. About fifteen yards away was another. I recognized thr twitch-up snares because my father had used them.

When the prey is caught, it’s yanked into the air out of the reach of other hungry animals. I’d been trying to use snares all summer with no success, so I couldn’t help sropping my sacks to examine one. My fingers were just on the wire above one of the rabbits when a voice rang out.

I jumped back several feet as Gale materialized from behind a tree. He must have been watching me the whole time. He was only fourteen, but he cleared six feet and was as good as an adult to me. I’d seen him around the Seam and at school. And one other time. He’d lost his father in the same blast that killed mine.

In January, I’d stood by while he received his medal of valor in the Justice Building, another oldest child with no father. I remembered his two little brothers clutching his mother, a woman whose swollen belly announced she was just days away from giving birth.

"What’s your name?" he said, coming over and disengaging the rabbit from the snare. He had another three hanging from his belt.

"Well, Catnip, stealing’s punishable by death or hadn’t you heard" he said.

"Katniss," I said louder. "And I wasn’t stealing it. I just wanted to look at your snare. Mine never catch anything."

"I shot it." I pulled my bow off my shoulder. I was still using the small version my father had made me, but I’d been practicing with the full-size one when I could. I was hoping that by spring I might be able to bring down some bigger game.

Gale’s eyes fastened on the bow. “Can I see that?”

I handed it over. “Just remember,  stealing’s punishable by death.”

That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from something menacing to someone you wished you knew. But it took several months before I returned that smile.

We talked hunting then. I told him I might be able to get him a bow if he had something to trade. Not food. I wanted knowledge. I wanted to set my own snares that caught a belt of fat rabbits in one day. He agreed something might be worked out.

As the seasons went by, we grudgingly began to share our knowledge, our weapons, our secret places that were thick with wild plums or turkeys. He taught me snares and fishing. I showed him what plants to eat and one day, without either of us saying it, we became a team.

Dividing the work and the spoils. Making sure that both our families had food.

p#111-112 Gale gave me a sense of security I’d lacked since my father’s death. His companionship replaced the long solitary hours in the woods. I became a much better hunter when I didn’t have to look over my shoulder constantly, when someone was watching my back.

But he turned into so much more than a hunting partner. He became my confidant, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice inside the fence. In exchange, he trusted me with his.

Being out in the woods with Gale … somethimes I was actually happy.

p#112 I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me.

p#112 Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive.

p#122 “…Who would your best friend be?” asks Cinna.

"Gale," I say instantly. "Only it doesn’t make sense, Cinna. I would never be telling Gale those things about me. He already knows them."

p#136 “She’s just worried of her boyfriend,” says Peeta gruffly, tossing away a bloody piece of the urn.

My cheeks burn again at the thought of Gale. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

p#182 Gale always says I remind him of a squirrel the way I can scurry up even the slenderest limbs.

p#197 I wonder what Gale made of the incident for a moment and then I push the whole thing out of my mind because for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well together in my thoughts.

p#268 I rack my brains for good memories. Most of them invovle Gale and me our hunting and somehow I don’t think these will play well with either Peeta or the audience.

p#281 Oh Gale, I think. If only you had my back now…

p#371 Gale. The idea of seeing Gale in a matter of hours makes my stomach churn.

*By the way, I don’t own any of these Quotes, Lines and Sayings of Gale Hawthorne. All of them are the product of Suzanne Collins\' imagination. If you want to read more, you better buy the Hunger Games Trilogy. :] *

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