Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow Suzanne Collins green bed grass The realization that I’d have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain. Suzanne Collins tired rain home The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life. Suzanne Collins heat skins bread Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don't want to die like Cato," he says. “Then you shoot me," I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him. "You shoot me and go home and live with it!" And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two. Suzanne Collins mutts home two Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. Suzanne Collins i-can lonely matter The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again. Suzanne Collins moon night lying If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels? Suzanne Collins rebel giving way And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. Suzanne Collins wall space two You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together. Suzanne Collins done together thinking I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other." He's right. We did. The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead. Suzanne Collins arrows eye lying But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. Suzanne Collins kissing want lying If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too. Suzanne Collins temporary-insanity berries people At least, you two have decent manners," says Effie as we're finishing the main course. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion." ... My mother taught Prim and me to eat properly, so yes, I can handle a fork and knife. But I hate Effie Trinket's comment so much I make a point of eating the rest of my meal with my fingers. Then I wipe my hands on the tablecloth. This makes her purse her lips tightly together. Suzanne Collins couple hate mother I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next... Suzanne Collins next plans happens To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed. Suzanne Collins connections bread boys If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you? Suzanne Collins taken would-be way I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly. Suzanne Collins branches careers looks And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games. Suzanne Collins games here-i-am tree Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. [...] When I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever. Suzanne Collins leaving dream giving Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise. Suzanne Collins sleepy eye sun
