All sense of reality had gone out of her life; she had abandoned herself to fate, and awaited the consequences with indifference.

She had gambled with marriage, just like most people, but she had gambled unluckily and had lost.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

A woman who had fallen out of love with her life

“I saw her die without fulfilling her dreams and I knew that my time was now or maybe never,

The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters — it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too soon and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.

Because we shared the loneliness that was one shape. Because I knew that in her old age she shared that same boat, where I had labored. She crested and sank in dark waves. Those waves were taking her onward, through night, through day, the water beating and slashing across her unknown path. She struggled to continue. She was traveling hard, and death was her light.

…misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.

there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would had disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.

Age had not yet defeated her on all fronts, though it was a war of attrition she knew she was fated to lose.

Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.

She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future … which suddenly felt so uncertain.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.