Quotes from Suzanne Young

When you don't have much, you hold on to what matters. You hold on with both hands.

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.

I'm feeling so much and thinking so little.

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now. Not our memories.

I can love you and be pissed at the same time. They're not mutually exclusive.

You're my girl, Tessa Crimson. You'll always be my girl." He brought me close to him and wrapped me up in his arms, staring down into my face. "And even if we aren't together, that won't change.

Shame is the best teacher.

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

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

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.

We hide our feelings, we hide our past, we hide our true intentions. There's no way to know what's real anymore.

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.

For a moment we knew what it felt like to be free.

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

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

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

No, I don't have a boyfriend. I stabbed the last one.

In the river. With James. Swimming

We all have guilt. It just can't be all that we have.

You are at this academy to become better girls—the best girls. That means you are"—he counts on his fingers—"beautiful, quiet, and pure. Take the last part away and you're not special. You're a common whore." Several girls flinch at the statement.

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

Sometimes the beautiful memories are the saddest ones of all" -Elias

Home is with the person you love, and who loves you back stupidly and completely. Home is the space of peace in your heart. And I'm finally home.

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.