Top 873 Quotes & Sayings by Suzanne Collins - Page 4

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

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

A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.

I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

Well, I knew that goat would be a little gold mine," I say. Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave your sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping," says Peeta drily.

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.

My mother says healers are born, not made.

Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

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!

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.

You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark

The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.

How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it's only in the limited way that I can manage. But I never get the chance.

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

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

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

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

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

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

How are you managing? And don't say you're fine." It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.

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.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

And don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable.

Stupid people are dangerous.

We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.

what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

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

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

I have two older sisters and one older brother and hold them largely responsible for the trouble I got into growing up. I believe as the youngest child, that is my right.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Aim higher in case you fall short.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children's lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like... But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

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