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I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Heart, Talking
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.150, Scholastic Inc.

This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Kissing, Burning
Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.293, Scholastic Inc.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Loss, Numbness
Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.26, Scholastic Inc.

what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Worst
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games: Catching Fire”, p.92, Scholastic

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Hands, Normalcy
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.314, Scholastic Inc.

I go to the saltwater and wash off the blood, trying to decide which I hate more, pain or itching. Fed up, I stomp back onto the beach, turn my face upward and snap, "Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin." It's almost funny how quickly the parachute appears above me. I reach up and the tube lands squarely in my open hand. "About time" I say, but I can't keep the scowl on my face. Haymitch. What I wouldn't give for five minutes of conversation with him.

Suzanne Collins
Beach, Pain, Hate

"Katniss?" He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance. "It was all for the Games," Peeta says. "How you acted." "Not all of it," I say, tightly holding onto my flowers. "Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what's going to be left when we get home?" he says. "I don't know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get," I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none's forthcoming. "Well, let me know when you work it out," he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.

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

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.

Suzanne Collins
Sister, Pain, Faces
Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.17, Scholastic Inc.

The rat turned his glowing eyes on him, and Gregor was shocked by what he saw there. The intelligence, the deadliness, and, most surprisingly, the pain. This rat was not like Fangor and Shed. He was much more complicated and much more dangerous. For the first time in the Underland, Gregor felt completely out of his league. If he fought this rat, he wouldn't stand a change. He would lose. He would be dead.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Eye, Glowing
Suzanne Collins (2011). “Gregor the Overlander Collection:”, p.126, Scholastic Inc.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Eye, Bloodshot Eyes
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.715, Scholastic Inc.

Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Medicine, Giving
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.114, Scholastic Inc.

It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. "No. I don't want to. . ." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

Suzanne Collins
Suicide, Pain, Kissing
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.314, Scholastic Inc.

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Attention, Way

Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly to Finnick. "No, it doesn't," says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Clueless, Years
"Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, Book 2)". Book by Suzanne Collins, September 1, 2009.

But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Real, Blow
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.1159, Scholastic Inc.

I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Kissing, Attention

Beauty that arose out of pain.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Pressured
Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.504, Scholastic UK

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

In one horrible moment the last piece of the prophecy became clear. So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps, As life may be death and death life again reaps. He had to leap, and by his death, the others would live. That was it. That was what Sandwich had been trying to say all along, and by now he believed in Sandwich. He put on a final burst of speed, just like the coach taught him in track. He gave everything he had. In the last few steps before the canyon he felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg, and then the ground gave way under his feet. Gregor the Overlander leaped.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Feet, Track
Suzanne Collins (2003). “Gregor the Overlander”

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Coal, Pearls
Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.504, Scholastic UK

That's when I hear the scream. So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching her. From reaching my little sister.

Suzanne Collins
Running, Pain, Lying
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.339, Scholastic Inc.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

Suzanne Collins
Broken Heart, Pain, Leaving

I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

Suzanne Collins
Running, Pain, Giving
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.1019, Scholastic Inc.

"Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground. "You better run now, Fire Girl," says Thresh. I don't need to be told twice. I flip over and my feet dig into the hard-packed earth as I run away from Thresh and Clove and the sound of Cato's voice. Only when I reach the woods do I turn back for an instant. Thresh and both large backpacks are vanishing over the edge of the plain into the area I've never seen. Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile; she can't be saved.

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

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