Suzanne Collins: Frases en inglés (página 2)

“My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.”

“I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.”

“He looks at my hand. “So it’s you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.””

“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”

“I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”

“Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”

“I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.”

“I must have loved you a lot.”

“You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

“Some walks you have to take alone.”

“It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.”

“There are much worse games to play.”

“I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”

“The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.”

“Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.”

“Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that's left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day.”

“Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.”

“Are you, are you coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here.
No stranger would let it be if we met up
At midnight in the hanging tree.”

“We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.”