Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes Snow Quotes

Snow lands on top

You're mine and I'm yours. It's written in the stars.

Do you hear that, Coriolanus? It’s the sound of Snow falling.

And if even the most innocent among us turn to killers in the Hunger Games, what does that say? That our essential nature is violent,” Snow explained. “Self-destructive,” Dean Highbottom murmured

Everyone's born as clean as a whistle— As fresh as a daisy And not a bit crazy. Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing— As rough as a briar, Like walking through fire. This world, it's dark, And this world, it's scary. I've taken some hits, so No wonder I'm wary. It's why I Need you— You're pure as the driven snow.

I’m bad news, all right,” said Coriolanus.

Not to you maybe," she said. "But it matters the world having someone show up like I mattered.

Snow lands on top.

Maybe he was not cut out to be a lover. Maybe he was more of a loner at heart. Coriolanus Snow, more loner than lover.

And last but least, District Twelve girl . . . she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.

It was particularly vexing because the bulk of the Snow family fortune had also been invested in munitions — but in District 13.

What young brains lack in experience they sometimes make up for in idealism. Nothing seems impossible for them.

If history teaches you anything, it’s how to make the unwilling comply

It's the things we love most that destroy us'" - Coriolanus Snow (The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

Who wants to watch a group of children kill each other? Only a vicious, twisted person. Human beings may not be perfect, but we are better than that.

You're mine and I'm yours, it's written in the stars.

─¿Y qué va a hacer por mí mi mentor, aparte de regalarme rosas? ─Haré todo lo posible por cuidar de ti.

Los Snow siempre caen de pie.

Coriolanus thought about what it had felt like to be in the arena, where there were no rules, no laws, no consequences to one’s actions. The needle of his moral compass had swung madly without direction. Fueled by the terror of being prey, how quickly he himself had become a predator, with no reservations about smashing Bobbin to death. He’d transformed, all right, but not into anything he was proud of.

sneeuw komt er altijd bovenop" Dit is mijn favoriete citaat . Het is de laatste zin van het boek, dit zinnetje wordt vaak vermeld doorheen het boek als het hoofdpersonage genaamd C. Snow het moeilijk heeft,( snow betekent sneeuw in het nederlands). het is dus een zeer krachtige zin om het boek mee af te sluiten.

ze was zijn meisje." Het lijkt een kort zinnetje maar deze heeft wel betekenis, doorheen het verhaal wordt Snow verliefd op Lucy. Dit is eigenlijk niet toegelaten omdat Lucy behoort tot de arme districten en Snow behoort tot de rijkere klasse, ondanks de vele meningen van anderen toont Snow wel aan dat hij van Lucy houdt door haar zijn meisje te noemen.

He didn't know how long he might have, but by all things Snow, she was going to pay for this.

he'd realize what so many others had realized when they'd challenged him. What all of Panem would know one day. What was inevitable. Snow lands on top.

Snow lands on top!

Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem, I salute you.

What all of Panem would know one day. What was inevitable. Snow lands on top.

By Saturday, he almost looked forward to confronting Sejanus. He hoped it would come to blows. Someone should pay for the indignities of the Snow family, and who better than a Plinth?

Mientras conducía a Coriolanus a la cocina, él se recordó que le autocontrol era una habilidad esencial y que debía sentirse agradecido por las oportunidades que su abuela le ofrecía todos los días para practicarlo.

She didn’t fall off the bridge! The snow would look different where she was standing!” Maude Ivory insisted. “Lucy Gray, which is it?” “It’s a mystery, sweetheart. Just like me. That’s why it’s my song,” Lucy Gray answered.

He passed Pluribus's nightclub and allowed himself a small smile. A person could get rat poison at any number of places, but he's surreptiously scooped up a pinch of it from the back alley last week and taken it home. It'd been tricky getting it into the morphling bottle, especially using gloves, but eventually he'd squeezed what he judged to be a sufficient does through the opening. He'd taken the precaution of making sure the bottle was wiped clean. There was nothing to make Dean Highbottom suspicious of it when he pulled it from the trash and slipped it into his pocket. Nothing when he unscrewed the dropper and dripped the morphling onto his tongue. Although he couldn't help hoping that, as the dean drew his final breath, he'd realize what so many others had realized when they'd challenged him. What all of Panem would know one day. What was inevitable. Snow lands on top. 515-16

Although he couldn’t help hoping that, as the dean drew his final breath, he’d realize what so many others had realized when they’d challenged him. What all of Panem would know one day. What was inevitable. Snow lands on top.

If the people who were supposed to protect you played so fast and loose with your life… then how did you survive? Not by trusting them, that was for sure. And if you couldn’t trust them, who could you trust? All bets were off.

─Importas ─le seguró Coriolanus, ─Bueno, todas las pruebas apuntan lo contrario. Lucy Gray hizo tintinear las caderas y las tensó. A continuación, como si acabara de acordarse de algo, elevó la mirada hacia el cielo. ─A mí me importas ─insistió él.

And he didn't like love, the way it made him feel stupid and vulnerable. If he ever married, he'd choose someone incapable of swaying his heart. Someone he hated, even, so they could never manipulate him the way Lucy Gray had. Never make him feel jealous. Or weak.

The needle of his moral compass had swung madly without direction. Fueled by the terror of being prey, how quickly he himself had become a predator, with no reservations about smashing Bobbin to death. He'd transformed, all right, but not into anything he was proud of — and being a Snow, he had more self-control than most. He tried to imagine what it would be like if the whole world played by those same rules. No consequences. People taking what they wanted, when they wanted, and killing for it if it came to that. Survival driving everything.

Lucy Gray's fate was a mystery, then, just like the little girl who shared her name in that maddening song. Was she alive, dead, a ghost who haunted the wilderness? Perhaps no one would ever really know. No matter — snow had been the ruination of them both. Poor Lucy Gray. Poor ghost girl singing away with her birds.

He knew the gifts would pour into the arena for her. That her success, even now, reflected back on him, making it his success. Snow lands on top and all that. He knew he should be elated at this turn of events and jumping up and down inside while presenting a modest, pleased front. But what he really felt was jealous.

─Habría sido bonito habernos conocido en otras circunstancias ─respondió ella con una sonrisa melancólica. ─¿Por ejemplo? ─preguntó él. ─Bueno, por ejemplo, si me hubieras oído cantar en uno de mis espectáculos, Y después te hubieras acercado para charlar, y puede que tomar algo y bailar. Coriolanus se lo imaginaba, la veía cantando en un sutio como el club de Pluribus, a él fijándose en ella, y los dos conectando antes de incluso conocerse. ─Y habría vuelto la noche siguiente. ─Como si tuviéramos todo el tiempo del mundo.

There was one more consideration. He had something Sejanus Plinth wanted, and wanted badly. Sejanus had already usurped his position, his inheritance, his clothes, his candy, his sandwiches, and the privilege due a Snow. Now he was coming for his apartment, his spot at the University, his very future, and had the gall to be resentful of his good fortune. To reject it. To consider it a punishment, even. If having Marcus as a tribute made Sejanus squirm, then good. Let him squirm. Lucy Gray was one thing belonging to Coriolanus that he would never, ever get

I heard he was trying to sabotage coal production and accidentally killed the three,” said Sejanus. “Sabotage production? To what end?” asked Coriolanus. “I don’t know,” said Sejanus. “Hoping to get the rebellion going again?” Coriolanus only shook his head. Why did these people think that all they needed to start a rebellion was anger? They had no army, weapons, or authority. At the Academy, they’d been taught that the recent war had been incited by rebels in District 13 who were able to access and disseminate arms and communications to their cohorts around Panem. But 13 had vanished in a nuclear puff of smoke, along with the Snow fortune. Nothing remained, and any thought of re-upping the rebellion was pure stupidity.

It crossed his mind that, given his rescue of Sejanus, the Plinths might provide a loan, or even a payout for his silence, but the Grandma’am would never allow that, and the idea of a Snow groveling before a Plinth was unthinkable

La gente tenía muy mala memoria. Era necesario que esquivaran escombros, que arrancaran los mugrientos cupones de racionamiento y asistieran a los Juegos del Hambre para mantener la guerra viva en su recuerdo. El olvido daba lugar al exceso de confianza, y entonces volverían todos a la casilla de salida.

Hasta que llegó el momento en que nada era desechable, todas las calorías eran buenas y cualquier objeto podía cambiarse por algo, quemarse para protegerse del frío o pegarse a la pared a modo de aislamiento. Todos habían aprendido a despreciar el despilfarro, aunque empezaba a ponerse de moda otra vez, insidioso. Señal de prosperidad, como una camisa en condiciones.

It certainly supports her view of humanity,” said Snow. “Especially using the children.” “And why is that?” asked Dean Highbottom. “Because we credit them with innocence. And if even the most innocent among us turn to killers in the Hunger Games, what does that say? That our essential nature is violent,” Snow explained. “Self-destructive,” Dean Highbottom murmured.

Especially using the children.”“And why is that?” asked Dean Highbottom.“Because we credit them with innocence. And if even themost innocent among us turn to killers in the HungerGames, what does that say? That our essential nature isviolent,” Snow explained

For a minute, he drifted into a daydream of Lucy Gray winning, leaving the arena, and coming to live with him in the Snows' penthouse, which was somehow saved from taxes. He'd attend the University on his plinth Prize, while she headlined at Pluribus's newly reopened nightclub, because the Capitol would agree to let her stay and, well, he hadn't worked out all of the details, but the point was, he got to keep her. And he wanted to keep her. Safe and close at hand.

Snow lands on top.

And last but least, District Twelve girl ... she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.

Lucy Gray Baird, tribute of District 12, and her mentor, Coriolanus Snow, had won the Tenth Hunger

Sejanus's' lips formed his name, Coryo, and his face contorted in pain. But whether it was a plea for help or an accusation of his betrayal he couldn't tell.

Oh, Snow lands on top; it most certainly does.