Suzanne Collins Quotes

I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.

It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs - and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it. It takes off a lot of anxiety.

To snap my fingers and let it go away. Even if it takes the 3,000th hit with it, just let it all go away.

Groan and forget it.

In loss itself I find assuagement: having lost the treasure, I've nothing to fear.

One day it will be over, and I don't care.

'I throw my hand up in the air sometimes' is when you don't get your way - when you give up, and you're handing it over.

While I try to retain the slightly odd perspective and some of the innocence, it's really liberating to be able to talk/rant about all the stuff that bothers me.

I'd spent life so terrified of failure that when it happened, it was very liberating.

I have to throw off the burden and the pressure.

There was a time in my life when I used to plan elaborately; not anymore. I gave up when I realised nothing was going my way.

It's challenging as an actor to let go but I had some pleasure out of it too. To not have the effort of having to present myself is quite liberating.

It's a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.

The weight is off my shoulders. I don't live in the past anymore. I look forward, instead of back.

I know I've lost my mind. But I'm not concerned, because it's the first thing I've lost in a long time that actually feels good.

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

Come on in girls, and leave all hope behind.

The more you let go, the faster you will move ahead.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

Where can you scream? It's a serious question: where can you go in society and scream?

Forgiveness makes you feel better. As soon as you forgive, you're free.

Oh, Mona, we're all damned fools! Some of us just have more fun with it than others. Loosen up, dear! Don't be so afraid to cry . . . or laugh, for that matter. Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to hell with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!

There is, in the end, the letting go.

It is in that moment, when you really lay down your cards and see the relationship for what it was, that you'll find the freedom to kick it in the ass and let it go.