Quotes from Suzanne Young

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

If it's meant to be, you'll find each other again.

After all, suicide is contagious.

I have to live if I want to be remembered.

You know I'm never going to be able to not kiss you again, right?" he said. "For the rest of my life, every time I look at you, I'll have to kiss you.

I think that sometimes the only real thing is now.

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

I want to be me, and yet I'm not sure who I am.

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.

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

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.

I love you madly.

He's tender and defenseless, as if every part of him is exposed. He's not the asshole I thought he was, not even close. What I see is someone broken and fierce. Someone loyal and hardened. Someone who could belong to me completely, and me to him.

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 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.

Suicide is a behavioral contagion. It's old adage "If all your friends jumped off a bridge, then would you, too?" Apparently, the answer is yes.

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.

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.

He said that some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

I look back at James one last time, and he gives me his signature smile, wide and cocky. but it's not real. Sometimes I think it's never real. James is the best at hiding his pain, disgusing the feelings. He knows what it takes to stay out of the Program. He'll keep us safe. He promised.

I slowly stand, looking down at my clothes. I wish that there were bloodstains or tears, something to outwardly show how hurt I am.

Brady's a star up there," he says, "in some distant place where he doesn't hurt.

So with that thought, I begin again—thinking to myself that sometimes . . . the only real thing is now.

I fucking matter," she tells Cas, her cheeks growing pink. "He has no right to tell me I don't.