Suzanne Collins Quotes

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.

She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.

Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.

Hearts can break and never make a sound.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

My heart is its own grave!

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

Despair is part of love.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

I know nothing and my heart aches

It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.