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Underground Quotes by Suzanne Collins
- Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the…
- If it's true, why do they leave us to live like this? With the hunger and the killings and the Games?" And suddenly I hate…
- If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.
More Underground Quotes
- Before the Civil War, Canada was at the top of the underground railroad. If you made it into Canada, you were safe… — Margaret Atwood
- On some summer days in New York City, the air hangs thickly visible, like the combined exhalations of eight million souls. Steam… — Diane Ackerman
- For every prohibition you create, you also create an underground. — Jello Biafra
- I'm a comic nerd. I'm a former serious collector for much of my childhood and early teen years I wanted to draw… — Anthony Bourdain
- Washington, D.C., has everything that Rome, Paris and London have in the way of great architecture - great power bases. Washington has… — Dan Brown
- The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green. — Thomas Carlyle
- Fear has many eyes and can see things underground. — Miguel de Cervantes
- Compassion is like springwater under the ground. Your life is like a pipe that can tap into that underground spring. When you… — Dainin Katagiri
- Hippy is an establishment label for a profound, invisible, underground, evolutionary process. For every visible hippy, barefoot, beflowered, beaded, there are a… — Timothy Leary
- However vague they are, dreams have a way of concealing themselves and leave us no peace until they are translated into reality,… — Lin Yutang
- If ever we needed in this country to adopt a new attitude towards homosexuality, this is the time. Instead of treating it… — Tommy Douglas
- There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and… — Zora Neale Hurston