Quotes by Suzanne Palmieri

Truth is worse than soap in the eyes.

The truth is, time marches on and you have two choices: You move forward, come what may, and you experience all the sour and sweet things that fly at you from around corners, or you sit still. Dont sit still.

The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.

Life, said Simone St. James...is stitched together from a series of mistakes, some little, some big, like the patches on the clothes we wore growin up, you know

Regular people have such a hard time listening to the low hum of instinct.

You. You are standing in your own way. And that means whatever it is scares you. It wont forever...but take your time. Nothing good was ever rushed.

Im an old man now. Old on the inside. Im a drunk, and I hate to tell you, but Im not prepared to change. So you have to figure out if you want to forgive me and love me like I am, or run away again. Or hell, stay here and hate me. Just...know that I love you the best way I know how. I always have. I do the best I can.

You really are a chameleon, arent you? Fitting in wherever you go.Arent we all? she said...

A game like sardines is scary, not so much for the hider but for the seekers. Its scary because you lose your companions and the whole world creeps up quiet and you slowly realize youre going to stumble upon a secret place where everyone will jump out at you. And then, when you are the very last seeker, you start to wonder if youre the only person in the world. If the hiding place somehow sucked up the players and the last one has to decide to run away or get sucked up, too.

Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That Id wear my nightgowns all day and read from dawn till dusk.

Sometimes its the smallest secrets that hold the most hope, the most fun, the most danger.

I wouldnt want to live that life. I choose the pain. I chose the pain.

Now, Simone, Im a witch, remember? Theres not much I dont know just by looking at you. And you know what I see when I look at you?Simone walked out the door before she could finish, only hearing the steely hush of Millies voice add, Nothing.

The kitchen of the Big House was always one of my favorite places. Airy and sunny. No modern cabinets or anything like that. Just a room full of windows, set into wise, worn walls.

The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.

Youll be just fine, he said. Listen to your heart and mind together, thats the trick. Not one or the other, both.

Youre a girl on fire. And it seems to me, you been dousing those flames for years. Let yourself burn a little.

[P]eople think that in order for something to be frightening, it has to be dark, musty, and full of cobwebs and secrets. Thats a lie of epic proportion. The scariest, most unexplainable things happen in the bright light of day. And just when you least expect.

Theres a great deal of power in pretending.

Pain is like a map, I guess. But I found my shortcut on my map of the heart. Shortcuts always take longer, dont they?