Suzanne Collins Quotes (341 Quotes)

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

I killed you. And you. And you.

Look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they really are.

Theres not going back. So we might as well move on with things

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

I remember everything about you...you were the one who wasn't paying attention

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

A hysterical young woman with flowing brown hair is also called from 4, but she's quickly replaced by a volunteer, an eighty-year-old woman who needs a cane to walk to the stage

I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.

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

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

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

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

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

Don't expect us to be too excited, we just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.