Suzanne Young Quotes

You don't beat a monster by becoming one yourself.

But I can't rewrite history. I can only live with what's left.

Sorry," I say to my father. "Hope we didn't wake you. After last night, I wanted to check on Harlin's arm."

He tilts his head like he is absolutely sure I'm lying. "And how is his arm, Elise?" he asks.

"Uh . . . better?"

My father stands motionless for a second, and then he shakes his head and walks into the kitchen. I hear the clink of cups, and then the running of water for the coffeepot.

"That was a nice save," Harlin says, sounding amused. "So detailed. Like a nurse."

"Shut up, Harlin," I say, trying not to smile. "I didn't hear you offer anything better."

"You sure you didn't want to tell him we were playing doctor? That might have sounded more believable."

I turn quickly and swat at him. He laughs, dodging my swing, and catches my hand. "I would tackle you right here," he says, leaning close. "Pin you and kiss you. But with the luck we have in your house, someone will walk in. And then what will you tell them?" he whispers. "That you were giving me CPR?"

"Stop!" I slap his shoulder again.

After all, suicide is contagious.

Other than the fact that I'm entirely sick of Mexican food, Abe might be in there. And he might accidentally-on-purpose drop a plate of enchiladas into Harlin's lap if we're together.

I realize then that I'm filled with memories, both mine and Charlotte's. It's like I've lived one full life and not two separate ones.

You're right, you know," he says. "You're just right for me. And I'd bet my life that we've done this before. Because I can't imagine that I wouldn't have fallen in love with you the first time.

Wind is blowing past me and I open my eyes to look at the bridge above me. But I see only Harlin. And as I fall, he mouths, I love you.

His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully.
"Hey!" I push him back, to which he retaliates until I'm finally smiling.
I love how we can do that
break through the misery to always find each other.

The ones who are already dead but don't realize it.

I lean forward to press my lips to his, letting him have me in a way that only he can.

How do you get places?"
"I go around saving attractive girls," he says. "Obviously.

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Truth is, I don't know what Deacon wants anymore - it's not just physical. Whatever it is must scare him, though, and I'm the one who ends up getting hurt. So I make the concerted effort to resist his temptation, even if sometimes I'd like nothing more than to surround myself with his affection.

And when we left Colorado last month, I wasn't sure if I'd ever make another friend again."
"But then I came into your life. Sounds like fate to me.

Realm swayed and put his hand over his heart, watching after her. A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.

I think that sometimes the only real thing is now.

Haven't you heard? Money doesn't buy happiness. Just really nice cars.

I've known a lot of people," Realm said. "Not many friends, though. Guess that happens when you're a liar, huh."
"We're all liars," James replied. "You're not that special.

It doesn't matter who you come from. It matters who you become.

It's funny how seeing another person hurt can break you down faster than your own emotions -Audrey

Forgiveness is voluntary. There should be no "have to" about it.

I've missed you so much," I whisper as he kisses my neck. "Even when I didn't know you, my soul still missed you.

Whether it's his training or his natural disposition, Deacon is charming. The kind of charming that makes you feel like you're the only person in the world who matters. Until you don't anymore.

Some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

He turned to stare down at his latte, wiping hard at his cheeks as the tears started to fall. He didn't push away the pain. It was his and he would own it. He wouldn't bury it again.

I'm in love with someone else," he says. "But she's gone. And I -

I'm out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I'm standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows.

You don't matter, Dallas," he says seriously. "You don't matter the way she does and you know it. I love her. And that's all I'm going to say about it.

I'm starting to see how unusual our lives are here. And the more I recognize it... the more I want to change it.

I feel classy as fuck.

It sounds to me like the gods of sneaking out have smiled upon Lucy.

Harlin smiles softly and steps up, wrapping his arms around me as he brings his lips to my ear. I close my eyes. "I hate every second I'm away from you," he says. "Don't ever doubt that." And then he kisses me.

I've already loved you twice,

It's nice to meet you, Elise," he says, a slow, sexy smile pulling at his lips. "I'm Harlin.

We've run out of comforting things to say.

I try to tell myself he's probably a teddy bear on the inside. But I'm pretty sure that's not true.

It's The Program or me. And I decide it's going to be me.

Dallas closes the leather case, set to store it away in her closet. She looks at the message one last time, memorizes it, and leaves the postcard on the table before she walks away. You matter.

In another life we are happy," I murmur, squeezing my eyes shut. "In another life we grow old together.

Have you seen my daughter?"
"Daughter?" I'm the worst liar ever. I stare at Sarah's tall, imposing father and try to smile. "She's getting us a table?"
He narrows his gray eyes, and then tightens his mouth. "Is that a question or a statement?"
"Statement?" I'm so blowing this.
He exhales and nods. "Well, then. I guess I'll see you in the banquet room."
Harlin grins as Sarah's father walks away. "You are so subtle, Charlotte. Are you a ninja?"
"Shut up."
"I'm sure he didn't find that at all suspicious."
"Harlin!"
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. "I'll stop," he says. "But where is Sarah? You might want to find her before we sit down for chicken with that man. What will you say if he asks you to pass the mashed potatoes? Mashed potatoes?" Harlin finishes, imitating my voice.

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Forever just us.

Why are you here?" Lucy asks incredulously. "You didn't say yes?" I shake my head, and my sister looks offended on behalf of the entire female species. "I'm sorry to say this, Elise," she states, taking out a slice and biting off the end. "I think you need therapy.

In my hand I hold a small guardian angel figurine set in a smooth, clear
stone. It's beautiful, a promise of love. Of forever.

I already know your sister is smarter. She's prettier than me too, but I didn't bet on that. I just wanted you to call her in here so she'd look at me again. It was worth the five bucks.

I control my fear with love..." -Audrey

Shame is the best teacher.

In the river. With James. Swimming

Well, that's the thing about our past - it shapes our future.

It's not good to have fears like this. It only makes it more likely that you'll die that way - a self-fulfilling prophecy.

But I can't rewrite history. I can love only with what's left.

The words take the air out of the room and make my skin crawl. We sit there quietly, afraid it might get worse. It can always get worse. I know that now.

The door partly opens, and Deacon rests his hip on the frame and looks me up and down as if he has no idea who I am. He's wearing gray sweatpants with CORVALLIS UNION HIGH SCHOOL printed up the leg, his hair all askew. He's shirtless, whether for effect or for comfort I'm not sure.

You'll make a sucky father someday," I tell him with a smile. "I feel sorry for the kid that doesn't get to burst into light to get out of your house."
He chokes out a laugh. "Is it my sarcasm?"
"Definitely. And that obnoxious accent.

I'll go to church if you cut my hair tomorrow. But then you have to let me paint your portrait sometime."
"You paint?" I'm honestly surprised.
"I haven't in a long time," he says. "But I find you inspiring."
"I'd be interested to see your work," I say. "Wait, you don't mean nude or anything, right?"
He laughs. "No. You'll be fully clothed.

What can I say? You bring out the devil in me."

"That's not a comforting thing to tell a pastor's daughter,

He lets me take the orders, standing at my side like
my own personal Mexican food encyclopedia

I'm so alone it's like being dead but still conscious.

It's a blank slate here, filled with possibility.

When the deaths first started increasing, there were all sorts of rumors. From defective childhood vaccines to pesticides in our food - people grasped for any excuse.

To fall in love with him even though I was right here?"
"You're not really my type, Abe," I say.
"I'm too handsome?" He grins.
"Too evil.

Girls need to protect each other, especially when adults do nothing but watch.

In the movies there are always these poignant moments when people work out their misunderstandings, their miscommunications. But that's not real life. In real life it's hard to tell someone you don't love them anymore. It's harder to tell your father you don't know how to live another day. My grief has stolen my voice -Audrey

We're all guilty of hiding things - it's the nature of the world today. We hide our feelings, we hide our pasts, we hide our true intentions. There's no way to know what's real anymore.

I'm feeling so much and thinking so little.

But when it comes to Michael Realm, I might be a little murderous. But just a little. He pinches his fingers together.

There is still so much I want to know, want to ask. But before I can say anything else, the world stops. There's silence around me.
I wait a beat, and when I finally sit up, I find Harlin waiting for me - ready to start again.

You're still home?" I ask. "It's not even curfew."
"Thought I'd grace you all with my presence." She pauses to smile.

Jeremy takes the money and heads toward the back bedroom to get dressed.
"Chinese? I'll come with," Henry calls, but then pauses to look at us, one eyebrow raised.
Harlin laughs and puts his arm around me. "Don't even say it," he warns. "You'll embarrass her." But he always says it.
"Charlotte," Henry begins in a mock parental tone, "when two people love each other, they may have certain urges. Protection is an important - "
"Oh my God!" I cover my ears and laugh. I wait until his lips have stopped moving before I drop my arms.

Are you sure this is okay?" he asks. "I mean, did your dad really invite the handsome stranger who's dating his daughter to sleep on the couch?"

"I like how you added in the 'handsome.

Harlin needs you," she whispers. "He loves you too much."
I smile a little. "I know. But I like that about him.

I'll expect you and your ... guy friend in the front row. Paying very close attention."
"Wow," I say. "What will you ever do if I get a boyfriend?

Human beings are cruel creatures. And what we don't understand, we tamper with until we destroy it.

Was I a science experiment? Did he want to pin me down and dissect me?

That was a nice save," Harlin says, sounding amused. "So detailed. Like a nurse."

"Shut up, Harlin," I say, trying not to smile. "I didn't hear you offer anything better."

"You sure you didn't want to tell him we were playing doctor? That might have sounded more believable.

It was in that small lack of movement that Poet could see true horror. A mirror held up to the human race and how it can be manipulated. Ruined.

I love you madly.

I have to live if I want to be remembered.

You make me proud every day." Lucy and I start to groan, ready to tell him to stop being so sappy, when he laughs. "And I'm most proud when you're home by curfew without any boys around.

He was surrounded by love, and he used that power to create.