Suzanne Collins Quotes

I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

People say you have to work on your resentments. Yeah, no, I'm gonna hang onto them and they're gonna fuel my attack.

These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.

I was briefly bitter.

I feel like getting even, and if I live long enough I will.

Resentment is the poison we drink, hoping it will hurt others.

I always struggled with the idea of forgiving my enemies.

An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

Long memory, short fuse, big revenge.

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.

Since we cannot match it let us take our revenge by abusing it.

You're so consumed with how much you get, you waste your time with hate and regret.

Enmity is anger watching the opportunity for revenge.

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me. I wanna bite that hand so badly. I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.

I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.’ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. ‘I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.

If you could kick the posterior of the person who has hurt you the most, ...you wouldn't be able to sit down for six weeks.

Friends provoked become the bitterest of enemies.

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.