Suzanne Collins Quotes

Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.

The experience of pain or loss can be a formidably motivating force.

Anybody singing the blues is in a deep pit yelling for help.

I've suffered through the worst possible conditions.

This is painful and it will be for a long time.

I felt like I had lost something. But not something silly, like my keys or my gum; more like my arm or my foot, something that really mattered. Like something that I could live without, but would make life much harder if it were missing. And life is hard enough. Life is hard enough with everything we're given.

When people are in severe pain, there's an expression, you're a "pain person," and what that means is that nothing else matters.

I told myself – as I’ve told myself before – that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn’t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Cancer is awful. It took 10 years until I didn't think about it every day. Nobody should go through this. Nobody.

There's nothing glorious about war. There's nothing glorious about holding your friends in your arms and watching them die. There's nothing glorious about having to leave your home for 6 to 8 months while your family's back here and you're away.

The first cut is the deepest.

I've seen the hell these people go through.

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'

That's painful always to lose.

I know that war is very cruel and that life is harder when you aren't able to live in the place you called home.

It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

Football's cruel sometimes.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

The word 'suffering' is not in my vocabulary.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.