100 Inspiring Quotes By Suzanne Collins For The Child In You
Suzanne Collins is a very popular American author of children’s books, and a television writer. She started her career by writing scripts for the successful children’s show 'Clarissa Explains It All'. This got her many offers for animated series from renowned channels like 'Nick Jr' and 'Fox network'. She was working on the script of 'Generation O!' during which she met James Proimos who inspired her to write books for children. She debuted with 'Gregor the Overlander' which became a best-seller and she turned it into five book series called 'The Underland Chronicles'. She further wrote a rhyming illustration titled 'When Charlie McButton Lost Power' which was well received by the masses. This was followed by the ‘Hunger games trilogy’ series starting with 'The Hunger Games', which became the most notable work of her career. The success of the book broke all the records as it stayed on the best-sellers list for a long period of 60 weeks. This popularity encouraged Collins to adapt the first book into a successful movie by the same name. Her significant contributions to the literary world has brought her many awards including the 'Children's Novel Award'. We have excerpted her famous quotes from her books, show and films. Go through the quotes and sayings by this great writer that will enlighten you and also make you walk down the memory lane to your childhood.
You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope. Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it. I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever. I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart. Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor. Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. Destroying things is much easier than making them. You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him. 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. Stupid people are dangerous. I don't want to lose the boy with the bread. My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here. 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 can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt. Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us! You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug. So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans. 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. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying. May the odds be ever in your favor! I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself. I must have loved you a lot. 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. Some walks you have to take alone. It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman. District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety. There are much worse games to play. I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs. The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion. Katniss, the girl who was on fire! Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there. Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. Are you, are you coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here.
No stranger would let it be if we met up
At midnight in the hanging tree. 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. We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives. Here's some advice. Stay alive. Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music. Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking. I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have. Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen. I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?"
"I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies. For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first. Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness. Aim higher in case you fall short. 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. Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love. We could do it, you know."
"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it. You have a... remarkable memory."
"I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention. They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you. They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past! I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it... Katniss. I remember about the bread. But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise. But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. I knew you'd kiss me."
"How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself.
"Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention. So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home. There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him. The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it. Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart. Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese. No. Now, shut up and eat your pears. It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down. The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying. Well, I don't have much competition here."
"You don't have much competition anywhere. Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta. That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish. I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick. I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me........ Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you. I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice. 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. Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games. Katniss....he's still trying to keep you alive. It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death."
"Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake- Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his. 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. No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says. I can only form one clear thought.
This is no place for a girl on fire. I'm more than just a piece in their Games. Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.
She has no idea. The effect she can have.
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?
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.
My mother says healers are born, not made. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.