Suzanne Collins Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.

  Suzanne Collins

  Beautiful, Flower, Yellow

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.61, Scholastic Inc.

• Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.

  Suzanne Collins

  Flower, Swimming, Hands

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.227, Scholastic Inc.

• "Katniss?" He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance. "It was all for the Games," Peeta says. "How you acted." "Not all of it," I say, tightly holding onto my flowers. "Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what's going to be left when we get home?" he says. "I don't know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get," I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none's forthcoming. "Well, let me know when you work it out," he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.

  Suzanne Collins

  Pain, Confused, Real

  "The Hunger Games". Book by Suzanne Collins, September 14, 2008.

• Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

  Suzanne Collins

  Flower, Sleep, Buried

  Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.288, Scholastic Inc.

• Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

  Suzanne Collins

  Flower, Games, Down And

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.25, Scholastic Inc.

• I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

  Suzanne Collins

  Flower, Use, Brushes

• I don't have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally, which they don't. Or maybe singing, which I wouldn't do for the Capitol in a million years. My mother tried to interest me in a variety of suitable alternatives from a list Effie Trinket sent her. Cooking, flower arranging, playing the flute. None of them took, although Prim had a knack for all three. Finally Cinna stepped in and offered to help me develop my passion for designing clothes, which really required development since it was non-existent.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Flower, Passion

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.39, Scholastic Inc.

• It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.

  Suzanne Collins

  Flower, Fire, Blue

• The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

  Suzanne Collins

  Flower, Night, Tree

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