Category: Suzanne Collins

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I’m okay once I realize you’re here

Stupid people are dangerous

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Destroying things is much easier than making them

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope

Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me

“You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”