Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds. Suzanne Collins sibling eye dark Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion. Whatever words they use, the real message is clear. “Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen Suzanne Collins real kids children Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying Suzanne Collins haymitch I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me. Suzanne Collins dies stills want 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. Suzanne Collins legs kissing opposites Do you really know what's going on And if you don't... find out Suzanne Collins ifs knows There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things. Suzanne Collins wells might People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do. Suzanne Collins wings people needs Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write. Suzanne Collins frustration rats writing It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever. Suzanne Collins fever hot boys Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love. Suzanne Collins madly-in-love stopping kissing As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve. Suzanne Collins katniss finding-yourself long Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him. Suzanne Collins duty lasts years I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else. Suzanne Collins trying lying thinking But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim. Suzanne Collins flower yellow beautiful I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear. Suzanne Collins spiders call-me watches This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself. Suzanne Collins boys believe lying We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love. Suzanne Collins being-in-love supposed-to-be stuff So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?” says Caesar encouragingly. “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta. “Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me. Suzanne Collins winning home thinking I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots. Small, bluish tubers that don’t look like much but boiled or baked are as good as any potato. “Katniss,” I said aloud. It’s the plant I was named for. And I heard my father’s voice joking, “As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve. Suzanne Collins plants-growing voice father