Suzanne Collins’ “The Hunger Games” Quotes (138 Quotes)

And may the odds be ever in your favour

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

I don't know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.

You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.

And once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate my look for the opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who doesn't think nudity is the last word in fashion.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

Just remember, stealing's punishable by death

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

You come here to finish me off, sweetheart?

And she's very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.

I just... I just miss him. And hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must

I'm in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.

Katniss, the girl who was on fire!

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.

You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through. I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could I'd bet on you

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person

Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous ...

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.