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His Death Quotes by Suzanne Collins
- Not if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving the lives of…
- It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken…
- He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me…
- In one horrible moment the last piece of the prophecy became clear. So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps, As life…
More His Death Quotes
- It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take… — Emilie Autumn
- Retirement from work has depressed many a man and hastened his death. — Ezra Taft Benson
- For children preserve the fame of a man after his death. — Aeschylus
- The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Washington, not Jefferson, freed his slaves upon his death. — Stephen Ambrose
- We are told that Christ was killed for us, that His death has washed out our sins, and that by dying He… — C.S. Lewis
- Let us serve Him faithfully as our Master. Let us obey Him loyally as our King. Let us study His teachings as… — J C Ryle
- Get alone with Jesus and either tell Him that you do not want sin to die out in you - or else… — Oswald Chambers
- One individual may die for an idea, but that idea will, after his death, incarnate itself in a thousand lives. — Subhas Chandra Bose
- To judge of the real importance of the individual, we should think of the effect his death would produce. — Unknown Author
- Six weeks after his death my father appeared to me in a dream... It was an unforgettable experience, and it forced me… — Carl Jung
- [In] death at least there would be one profit; it would no longer be necessary to eat, to drink, to pay taxes,… — Anton Chekhov