Suzanne Collins Quotes About Mothers

Quotes about: Mothers

• So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Song, Teacher

  Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.301, Scholastic Inc.

• I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss," says Peeta. "Even if my mother isn't a healer." I'm jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. "You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?" "Real," he says. "And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?" "Real." I shrug. "You were the reason I was alive to do it.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Real, Medicine

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.321, Scholastic Inc.

• No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Song, Katniss

  Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.301, Scholastic Inc.

• My mother says healers are born, not made.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Born, Made

  Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.128, Scholastic UK

• My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing [my mother] for something she couldn't help, specifically the crushing depression she fell into after my father's death. Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

  Suzanne Collins

  Crush, Mother, Father

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.31, Scholastic Inc.

• 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.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Father, Sleep

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

• I'm relieved Peeta's alive. I tell myself again that if I get killed, his winnings will benefit my mother and Prim the most. This is what I tell myself to explain the conflicting emotions that arise when I think of Peeta. The gratitude that he game an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face-to-face at any moment in this arena.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Gratitude, Winning

• One time, my mother told me that I always eat like I'll never see food again. And I said, "I won't unless I bring it home." That shut her up.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Home, Said

  Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.77, Scholastic Inc.

• Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Father, Real

  Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.343, Scholastic Inc.

• Caesar Flickerman asks if the president has a date in mind. "Oh, before we set a date, we better clear it with Katniss's mother," says the president. The audience gives a big laugh and the president puts his arm around me. "Maybe if the whole country puts its mind to it, we can get you married before you're thirty." "You'll probably have to pass a new law," I say with a giggle. "If that's what it takes," says the president with conspiratorial good humor. Oh, the fun we two have together.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Country, Fun

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.76, Scholastic Inc.

• All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Children, Thinking

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.80, Scholastic Inc.

• No one really needs me,” he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice...“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Confused, Kissing

• And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through. I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Wall, Taken

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.48, Scholastic Inc.

• See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

  Suzanne Collins

  Girl, Mother, Coal Miners

• Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Tragedy, Stitches

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.33, Scholastic Inc.

• He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Baby, Kissing

• 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.

  Suzanne Collins

  Beautiful, Mother, Sleep

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

• I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains steady as she croons to Buttercup. "It's all right, baby, it's all right. We'll be OK down there." My mother wraps her arms around us. I allow myself to feel young for a moment and rest my head on her shoulder.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Baby, Twilight

• The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Fighting, Trying

  Suzanne Collins (2011). “Gregor the Overlander Collection:”, p.653, Scholastic Inc.

• I don't have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally, which they don't. Or maybe singing, which I wouldn't do for the Capitol in a million years. My mother tried to interest me in a variety of suitable alternatives from a list Effie Trinket sent her. Cooking, flower arranging, playing the flute. None of them took, although Prim had a knack for all three. Finally Cinna stepped in and offered to help me develop my passion for designing clothes, which really required development since it was non-existent.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Flower, Passion

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.39, Scholastic Inc.

• My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Brain, Forget

  Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games: Mockingjay”, p.103, Scholastic

• A light was on in the kitchen. His mother sat at the kitchen table, as still as a statue. Her hands were clasped together, and she stared fixatedly at a small stain on the tablecloth. Gregor remembered seeing her that way so many nights after his dad had disappeared. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to scare her or shock her or ever give her any more pain. So, he stepped into the light of the kitchen and said the one thing he knew she wanted to hear most in the world. "Hey, Mom. We're home.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mom, Mother, Pain

• She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

  Suzanne Collins

  Girl, Mother, Cake

• At least, you two have decent manners," says Effie as we're finishing the main course. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion." ... My mother taught Prim and me to eat properly, so yes, I can handle a fork and knife. But I hate Effie Trinket's comment so much I make a point of eating the rest of my meal with my fingers. Then I wipe my hands on the tablecloth. This makes her purse her lips tightly together.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Couple, Hate

• Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

  Suzanne Collins

  Mother, Father, Safe

  Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.208, Scholastic UK

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