Suzanne Rindell Quotes

#1. There was something in the way he posed a question and followed it up with a generous pause, I think, that drew me out. I had never noticed all the pauses that were missing from most people's conversations.

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#2. What was justice, after all, but a particular outcome?

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#3. In those days, I straddled more than a handful of worlds, which is also to say I belonged wholly to none.

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#4. I had lived and left all the living I'd done in that strange, perfectly sculpted yet empty echo of my life,

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#5. You see, doubt is a magnificently difficult pest of which to try and rid oneself and is worse than any other kind of infestation. It can creep in quietly and through the tiniest of cracks and once inside, it is almost impossible to ever completely remove.

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#6. I felt my smile crumple.

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#7. The heart is a funny organ, with such stubborn biases.

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#8. But mostly I married her because it made me heartsick to think of her marrying someone else.

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#9. Never agree with a man who insults you.

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#10. It is interesting to me how technology has in many ways facilitated and refined the practice of deception

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#11. We were inverted images of each other in some ways.

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#12. ...it is our animal nature to judge the wake more harshly, owing to how survival depends upon weeding these creatures out.

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#13. It would seem this is the gift modernity has bestowed upon our generation: the practice of "dating," an awkward procedure where a man and a woman find themselves talking rot to each other in a darkened room. If it were up to me, I would say modernity can keep it, as I want no part.

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#14. That's the thing about taste: It's rarely shared.

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#15. But that's the funny thing about treasure - we assume everyone wants what we hold most dear.

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#16. That evening, she went from knock-kneed tomboy to Greek goddess in the space of twenty-two short, red-carpeted steps.

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#17. [t]here's a rather large difference between brave and reckless.

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#18. The typewriter is indeed my passport into a world otherwise barred to me and my kind.

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#19. Only fools assume.

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#20. It dawned on me that no person is as poetically homesick as someone who has come to New York for the first time and glimpsed a small vestige of her home state.

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#21. Perhaps it's rather revealing to say so, but while I cannot for the life of me recall what I was wearing that evening, I nonetheless remember every little stitch of black embroidery on her red dress.

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#22. I had the details of that photograph memorised.

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#23. The slope that leads toward insanity has the paradoxical distinction of being both steep and yet undetectable to the person sliding down it.

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#24. We are never the heroes of our own stories, unless we are lying. If we choose to count ourselves among the brave, we write ourselves as the villains we are, hoping for redemption.

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