Suzanne Young Quotes

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

I control my fear with love..." -Audrey ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

I feel classy as fuck. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

Shame is the best teacher. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

After all, suicide is contagious. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

I've already loved you twice, ~ Suzanne Young

I'm feeling so much and thinking so little. ~ Suzanne Young

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

I have to live if I want to be remembered. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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 ~ Suzanne Young

We've run out of comforting things to say. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

I think that sometimes the only real thing is now. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

I love you madly. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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? ~ Suzanne Young

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

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

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

In the river. With James. Swimming ~ Suzanne Young

Forever just us. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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

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. ~ Suzanne Young

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. ~ Suzanne Young

Darona's face bore the pinched, taut look and shadowed eyes of someone constantly in pain, but the lack of lines suggested she was younger than Jesral had first thought; middle-aged, fifty at the very most.
'You make an uncommonly fine looking noblewoman, for a Mhrydaineg commoner.'
'Thank you.' Jesral was careful to keep all tone out of her voice. Darona gave her a shrewd stare, then a slight smile.
'Self-control. Good. You must ignore me when I offend you unintentionally. They say that pain can make one waspish, but my brothers and son tell me there's been no change in my manner. I was acid-tongued long before this set in,' she held up a knotted hand, 'and taking devil's claw root has no effect on that. Rest assured, young woman, when I intend offence people are in no doubt about it. ~ Helen Bell

One of my young married students has suffered all her life because she was taught in her Church that she was born so sinful that the only way the wrath of God the Father could be appeased enough for him to forgive all her horrible sinfulness was for God the Son to die in agony on the cross. Without his suffering, the Father would remain angry forever with all his Creation.
Many of us have had a least part of that horror thrust on us at one time or other inour childhood. For many reasons I never went to Sunday School, so I was spared having a lot of peculiar teaching to unlearn. It's only lately that I've discovered that it was no less a person than St. Anselm who saw the atonement in terms of appeasement of an angry God, from which follows immediately the heresy that Jesus came to save us from God the Father. ~ Madeleine L'Engle

On the crowded subway car back to Brooklyn afterwards, the youngest of my three female companions had her bottom groped by a man about Strauss-Kahn's age. At first, she thought he had simply bumped into her. That was before she felt her buttock being cupped and said something to me, as young women often do, tentatively, quietly, as though it were perhaps not happening or perhaps not quite a problem.

Finally, she glared at him and told him to stop. I was reminded of a moment when I was an impoverished seventeen-year-old living in Paris and some geezer grabbed my ass. It was perhaps my most American moment in France, then the land of a thousand disdainful gropers; American because I was carrying three grapefruits, a precious purchase from my small collection of funds, and I threw those grapefruits, one after another, like baseballs at the creep and had the satisfaction of watching him scuttle into the night.

His action, like so much sexual violence against women, was undoubtedly meant to be a reminder that this world was not mine, that my rights -- my liberté, egalité, sororité, if you will -- didn't matter. Except that I had sent him running in a barrage of fruit. ~ Rebecca Solnit

Taryn, are you even listening to me?
I pretended to, so let that be enough ~ Suzanne Wright

It'd be better if he were easier to hate. ~ Suzanne Collins

Somehow I don't think he's talking about Rue. She didn't drop a nest of tracker jackers on him. ~ Suzanne Collins

The stars are brilliant at this time of night
and I wander these streets like a ritual I don't dare to break
for darling, the times are quite glorious.

I left him by the water's edge,
still waving long after the ship was gone
and if someone would have screamed my name I wouldn't have heard for I've said goodbye so many times in my short life that farewells are a muscular task and I've taught them well.
There's a place by the side of the railway near the lake where I grew up and I used to go there to burry things and start anew.
I used to go there to say goodbye.
I was young and did not know many people but I had hidden things inside that I never dared to show and in silence I tried to kill them,
one way or the other,
leaving sin on my body
scrubbing tears off with salt
and I built my rituals in farewells.
Endings I still cling to.

So I go to the ocean to say goodbye.

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head
and though he said he'd come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one
for I have used them myself and there is no coming back.
Minds like ours are can't be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.

I turned away from the ocean
as not to fall for its plea
for it used to seduce and consume me
and there was this one night
a few years back and I was not yet accustomed to farewells
~ Charlotte Eriksson

What does it mean that social structures among young people are so often predicated upon trying really, really hard to appear to not-be-trying? ~ Hank Green

A neurosurgeon once told me about operating on the brain of a young man with epilepsy. As is customary in this kind of operation, the patient was wide awake, under
only local anesthesia, while the surgeon delicately explored his exposed cortex, makingsure that the parts tentatively to be removed were not absolutely vital by stimulating
them electrically and asking the patient what he experienced. Some stimulations provoked visual flashes or hand-raisings, others a sort of buzzing sensation, but one spot
produced a delighted response from the patient: "It's 'Outta Get Me' by Guns N' Roses.
my favorite heavy metal band!"

I asked the neurosurgeon If he had asked the patient to sing or hum along with the music, since it would be fascinating to learn how "high fidelity" the provoked memory
was, would it be in exactly the same key and tempo as the record?
Such a song (unliken"Silent Night") has one canonical version. so we could simply have superimposed a recording of the patients humming with the standard record and compared the results.
Unfortunately, even though a tape recorder had been running during the operation, thesurgeon hadn't asked the patient to sing along. 'Why not?" I asked, and he replied: "I hate rock music!'

Later in the conversation the neurosurgeon happened to remark that he was going to have to operate again on the same young man. and I expressed the hope that he would
just check to see if he could r ~ Wilder Penfield

High school doesn't end after high school. ~ Maggie Young

I've known her long enough to know that this was purely intentional." He peered sideways at me, judging my reaction. "I like her just fine, but you should watch yourself around her. Tennyson is given to obsession, and her obsessions tend to run toward trouble. It's kind of a Wyoming thing to push the whole 'Wild West' routine to its limits. ~ Laura Anderson Kurk

Who doesn't want a Cy Young Award? What kid didn't grow up wanting to be the best? I'm no different. I want to be the best. I've always wanted to be the best. ~ R.A. Dickey

My favorites growing up were always Billy Joel, Michael Jackson ... and Placido Domingo. ~ Josh Young

In the early evening time Dr. Kemp was sitting in his study in the belvedere on the hill overlooking Burdock. It was a pleasant little room, with three windows - north, west, and south - and bookshelves covered with books and scientific publications, and a broad writing-table, and, under the north window, a microscope, glass slips, minute instruments, some cultures, and scattered bottles of reagents. Dr. Kemp's solar lamp was lit, albeit the sky was still bright with the sunset light, and his blinds were up because there was no offence of peering outsiders to require them pulled down. Dr. Kemp was a tall and slender young man, with flaxen hair and a moustache almost white, and the work he was upon would earn him, he hoped, the fellowship of the Royal Society, so highly did he think of it. ~ H.G.Wells

The path is here," he said quietly. "But you are free to walk it or choose another way. ~ Andrea Cremer

Learning about Poverty'. 'Two young American Jesuits showed up at the Jesuit headquarters in Rome. Father Arrupe asked what assignment had brought them there. They explained that they were on their way to India to work with the poor, as part of their training. Afterward Arrupe said to an assistant, 'it certainly costs us a lot of money to teach our men about poverty'. ~ James Martin

Myst hasn't returned yet, But you know that, or else you'd both be naked and fornicating on the front lawn"
"The night's young. Give us time, and it was a field a mile away."
A Valkyrie and Nikolai Wroth pg 322 ~ Kresley Cole

My parents didn't settle for the lives their parents lived. They stepped out and up, my father lying his way into the Navy when he was too young to enlist, my mother marrying this fugitive from the mills when she was too young for marriage. A smart guy, he took every course the Navy offered, aced them all, becoming the youngest chief warrant officer in the service. After Pearl Harbor the Navy needed line officers fast and my dad was suddenly wearing gold stripes.
My mother watched and learned, getting good at the ways of this new world. She dressed beautifully. Our quarters were always handsomely fitted out. She and Dad were gracious, well-spoken.
They were far from rich, but there were books and there was music and sometimes conversations about the world. We even listened to the Metropolitan Opera broadcasts on Saturdays.
Still, when I finished high school, their attitudes and the times said that there was little point in further educating a girl. I would take a clerical job until I could find the right junior officer to marry and pursue his career, as helpmeet. If I picked well and worked hard, I might someday be an admiral's wife. ~ Ann Medlock

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun. ~ Edward Young

I'm alert, full of purpose, free. An few the first time in a long time, I can breathe. ~ Moira Young

By far, the most disabling thing in my life is the physical environment. It dictates what I can and can't do every day. ~ Stella Young