Suzanne Collins quotes
At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.
Suzanne Collins Short quotes ⇑
There are much worse games to play.
Suzanne Collins Humor quotes ⇑
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.
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Collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.
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.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.
"We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives."
He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?
"You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta's alive.
It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children."
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.
You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.
"Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?