A Quote by Suzanne Collins

Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance. — © Suzanne Collins
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
The star-crossed lovers
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
Artists and their subjects are the star-crossed lovers of the world. They recognize each other on impact.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
Football is based on desperation. All clubs are desperate in one form or another - desperate to succeed, desperate to survive, desperate to stay where they are, desperate that things get no worse, desperate to arrest the slide.
Star-crossed lovers who have a destiny that isn't necessarily going to work in their favor - that's a universal story; that's an archetypal story.
In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.
I have one secret tattoo. 'True Romance' is my favourite film of all time and in the film the two lovers get matching tattoos of a cherub holding a heart with a banner in it. They obviously get each other's name in it, but mine is empty and will stay empty.
The lovers of romance can go elsewhere for satisfaction but where can the lovers of truth turn if not to history?
You can't actually have a romance between friends. That sort of defeats the definition of the word "romance." The word you're looking for is "love." It's a love between friends, just as there's also love between lovers, or possible lovers, or even ex-lovers. Same holds true for "bromance" - it's just a clever word used to avoid the word love, for straight boys who don't want that old-fashioned taint of gayness. Dudes, you love each other. Deal with it.
The movies saved my life. I grew up in the great depression, the only child of a pair of star crossed lovers. My father lost his job. My mother drank. They fought. The movies were my escape.
Ancient societies had anthropomorphic gods: a huge pantheon expanding into centuries of dynastic drama; fathers and sons, martyred heroes, star-crossed lovers, the deaths of kings - stories that taught us of the danger of hubris and the primacy of humility.
What power can poverty have over a home where loving hearts are beating with a consciousness of untold riches of the head and heart?
We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.
As one of the dumb, voiceless ones I speak. One of the millions of immigrants beating, beating out their hearts at your gates for a breath of understanding.
I'm not the kind of person that would step on people just to get where I wanted to be, but I have crossed moral boundaries when I've either been afraid or desperate.
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