Quotes by : Suzanne Young

It was in that small lack of movement that Poet could see true horror. A mirror held up to the human....

You matter.

I'm out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I'm standing....

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

We’ve run out of comforting things to say.

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

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

His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully. "Hey!" I push him back, to which....

I have to live if I want to be remembered.

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

After all, suicide is contagious.