The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. the pain over my heart returns, and from it i imagine… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
In one horrible moment the last piece of the prophecy became clear. So bid him take care, bid him look where he… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“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… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
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… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“It's going to be all right," I say, which rings hollow. "You don't really believe that, do you?" "Maybe not. But I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I go to the saltwater and wash off the blood, trying to decide which I hate more, pain or itching. Fed up,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“thought . . . I’ll never compete with that. No matter how much pain I’m in.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
A light was on in the kitchen. His mother sat at the kitchen table, as still as a statue. Her hands were… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Katniss?" He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance. "It was all for the Games,"… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The rat turned his glowing eyes on him, and Gregor was shocked by what he saw there. The intelligence, the deadliness, and,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
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… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I've mentored several times over the years," Mags continues. "In the early Games, I didn't ask the tributes what they wanted because… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“The same goes for the other captured tributes, Johanna and Enobaria.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don't know how to say it exactly. Only...I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?' he asks. I shake my… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I want to interrupt the taping and beg Finnick’s forgiveness for every false thought I’ve ever had about him.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“¡Es que no quiero que me conozcan! ¡Ya me están quitando el futuro! ¡No pueden llevarse también lo que me importaba en el pasado!” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I act delighted, but I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
