The Hunger Games Trilogy Quotes & Sayings

Katniss, got that spile? Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality. — Suzanne Collins

There's a new star in the YA firmament - A. K. Downing's series, beginning with Into The Air, is sure to be a reader favorite right up there with The Hunger Games and The 100 trilogy. — Richard Snodgrass

Never let a friend rule you. — David Staniforth

I can't even imagine what it's like and right now I'm like in shock, I can't believe that I'm Olympic Champion. — Tara Lipinski

Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps. — Bob Dylan

Father God, let my sufferings not be for nothing. And don't let Annabel suffer any longer. Help her realize none of this is her fault. Protect her. — Melanie Dickerson

When the voice of Christ speaks through the Word, then you will arise, and leave all, and follow Him. — Robert Murray M'Cheyne

As the longest serving Independent in the history of the United States Congress, as somebody who came into office by defeating an incumbent Democratic mayor in Burlington, Vermont, I know something about third party politics. And I respect Jill [Stein]. — Bernie Sanders

I finished 'The Hunger Games' trilogy, and I love most anything with zombies. — Rachel Gibson

Because love is the most dangerous weapon in the world. It's more unstable than uranium. — Rick Yancey

Tiny, searing stabs. Wherever the droplets of mist touch my skin.
"Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!"
Finnick snaps awake instantly, rising to counter an enemy. But when he sees the wall of fog, he tosses a still-sleeping Mags onto his back and takes off. Peeta is on his feet but not as alert. I grab his arm and begin to propel him through the jungle after Finnick. — Suzanne Collins

Jesus Christ was either a liar, a lunatic, or He was who He said He was — C.S. Lewis

If we burn, You will burn with us! — Suzanne Collins

WILLMORE: Nay, if we part so, let me die like a Bird upon a Bough, at the Sheriff's Charge. By Heaven, both the Indies shall not buy thee from me. I adore thy Humour and will marry thee, and we are so of one Humour, it must be a Bargain - give me thy Hand - [Kisses her hand.] And now let the blind ones (Love and Fortune) do their worst. — Aphra Behn

True Christians delight to read the Scriptures, because they tell them about their beloved Savior. — J.C. Ryle

Who's coming with me? I don't know where I'm going, but who's coming with me? — Tracy Morgan

Children, daily practice of yoga or sun salutations (surya-namaskara) is very good for health and for spiritual practice. Lack of proper exercise is the cause of many of today's diseases. If we can get somewhere in time on foot, always walk instead of taking a vehicle. It is good exercise. Only if we have to go far should we depend on vehicles. Use a bicycle, whenever possible. This will save money, too. — Mata Amritanandamayi

Just one more thing. I kill Snow. — Suzanne Collins

That's when I hear the scream. So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching her.
From reaching my little sister. — Suzanne Collins

The real geniuses know where their writing has to be good and where they can get away with some mediocrity. — Dmitri Shostakovich

I'm not Team Gale or Team Peeta. I'm Team Katniss ... the core story in the Hunger Games trilogy has less to do with who Katniss ends up with and more to do with who she is - because sometimes, in books and in life, it's not about the romance.
Sometimes, it's about the girl. — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Since she seen Fortune head in that big pot Miss Lydia say that room make her feel ill, sick with the thought of boiling human broth. I wonder how she think it make me feel?
To dust the hands what use to stroke my breast; to dust the arms what hold me when I cried; to dust where his soft lips were and his chest what curved its warm against my back at night.
From the poem "Dinah's Lament" (15) — Marilyn Nelson