Suzanne Collins’ “Mockingjay” Quotes (115 Quotes)

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

It's like a game. Repetitive. but there are much worse games to play.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

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.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

Fire burns brighter in the darkness

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would've thought she'd murdered someone from the looks she got.

I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.

Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

It's not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface.

All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.

I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.

My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.

Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.