Suzanne Collins Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.

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  Sleep, Thinking, Night

• You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

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  Sleep, Katniss, Tea

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.271, Scholastic Inc.

• Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say. "For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot." This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.

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  Couple, Sleep, Looks

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.260, Scholastic Inc.

• but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.

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  Sleep, Safe, Slipping

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.159, Scholastic Inc.

• Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don't want him to stop and he doesn't. He's still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.

  Suzanne Collins

  Fall, Sleep, Kissing

• In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

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  Mother, Father, Sleep

  Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.392, Scholastic Inc.

• I carefully lay out the provisions. One thin black sleeping bag that reflects body heat. A pack of crackers. A pack of dried beef strips. A bottle of iodine. A box of wooden matches. A small coil of wire. A pair of sunglasses. And a half-gallon plastic bottle with a cap for carrying water that's bone dry. No water. How hard would it have been for them to fill up the bottle?

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  Sleep, Iodine, Water

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.149, Scholastic Inc.

• Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

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  Flower, Sleep, Buried

  Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.288, Scholastic Inc.

• Dawn comes before sleep does.

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  Sleep, Dawn, Doe

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.46, Scholastic Inc.

• Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

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  Mean, Sleep, Who Cares

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.153, Scholastic Inc.

• My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.

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  Sleep, Dark, Peaceful

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.163, Scholastic Inc.

• I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.

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  Grateful, Sleep, Kissing

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.318, Scholastic Inc.

• What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

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  Morning, Mean, Sleep

  Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.298, Scholastic UK

• My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

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  Beautiful, Mother, Sleep

  "The Hunger Games". Book by Suzanne Collins, September 14, 2008.

• The rat was merely trying to sleep. Believe me, pup, if I had wanted to kill you we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” said Ripred.

  Suzanne Collins

  Believe, Sleep, Trying

  "Gregor the Overlander". Book by Suzanne Collins, 2003.

• Tick, tock,” whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. “Tick, tock.” “Tick, tock,” I agree softly. “It’s time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.

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  Lying, Sleep, Bed

  Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.477, Scholastic UK

• I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!

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  Mean, Sleep, Dawn

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.153, Scholastic Inc.

• Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

  Suzanne Collins

  Sunset, Sleep, Eye

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