Suzanne Collins Quotes

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

Life seems terrible and disappointing, so you need to find something you need to make you stick around. Music that makes me happiest is the saddest music, with the most emotional feel.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Disappointment is a sticky one, because no one can steal contentment, joy, gratitude, or peace - we have to give it away.

Most of life is sad.

2014 was a pretty bad year for me. Quite a lot of loss.

Certain things will always hurt: rejection, or loss.

I've lost a lot. I'm tired of it. It's not fun.

Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.

Yet it is necessary to hope, though hope should always be deluded, for hope itself is happiness, and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadful than its extinction.

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

So now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

He had lunch with Cecilia that afternoon. They ate their corned beef on rye and cream cheese with lox in a diner peopled by waiters who looked like they´d met with utter disappointment and become attached to it.

In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret, maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.

Without dreams, there could be no despair.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

I could die in peace, I think, if the world was beautiful. To know it's being ruined is hard.

I'm not out here looking for no garbage cans to curl up in. I'm looking for the same good dreams everybody else is hoping for, but I don't see where they are. Or maybe I see where they are, but I don't see how to get there.