Suanne Laqueur Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself. — Suanne Laqueur

Look, no gay man is oblivious to a beautiful woman. I'm gay, I've partnered women and believe me, you feel it going on. Beauty is beauty. And straight or gay, you are immersed in this intense, artistic chemistry which is both sensual and sensory. Chemistry is chemistry. It just isn't rooted in sexual attraction. — Suanne Laqueur

I want to kiss you until I die. — Suanne Laqueur

Whatever you have, you give it to me. Whatever you put in my way, I will move it. I'm not afraid of anything you show me. I'll never leave you. — Suanne Laqueur

Your daughter went to bed on the eve of her thirteenth birthday as a sweetheart, and woke up the next morning a bitch. You never stopped loving her, but goddamn, you had a lot of days when you didn't like her. At all. Eighth grade to sophomore year, Alex often referred to Deane as "the exchange student. — Suanne Laqueur

Bowl of rejection," Kees was saying. "Or bowl of regret. That's what it comes down to, those are your choices. Which will taste worse? You ask me, rejection sucks, but you can choke it down. Regret will give you food poisoning for the rest of your life. — Suanne Laqueur

He kissed like a fucking dream. Like Deane filled out an application, requested, "Send me a boy who kisses like this," and the universe followed instructions to the letter. — Suanne Laqueur

His heart expanded until he was nothing but a heart. A giant pounding heart on two shaking legs walking over to her. — Suanne Laqueur

People like you and me, we have too many nerves and not enough skin. That's the issue. Too many nerves. Not enough skin. We feel things straight to our bones. We're radar dishes. We take in everything and we feel everything. We feel pain that doesn't even belong to us. We are the animal shelter of feelings. We rescue everything. — Suanne Laqueur

Fuck everything else," they whispered. "I just need you. — Suanne Laqueur

Unlike the made and broken promises of love, the transactions of employment were absolute. "Love's — Suanne Laqueur

The earth yawned and stretched toward the sky, rather than assaulting it. The peaks were mighty, but gentle. "Friendly, — Suanne Laqueur

to become a parent was to go around with your heart flayed open for the rest of your life. Moving the earth and giving your best for your kids, with no guarantee your best would be enough to keep them safe. — Suanne Laqueur

And every atom in her body was throwing itself on the floor in protest, beating fists and toes and yelling. Me. Want. Now. — Suanne Laqueur

I want to wake up every morning and listen to your heart. I want to be the last man you slept with. When you say it's been a long time since you made love, I want that time to be a matter of hours. Because I loved you last night. And I'm going to love you again tonight. — Suanne Laqueur

Indeed her entire presence seemed confused. She walked into rooms and stopped cold, looking around like she didn't recognize her own house. She paused in the middle of a sentence, searching for a word, perplexed it wasn't there. Her eyes looked either stunned or exhausted. She held a book in her lap but turned no pages. She said she wanted to go to bed. Then she tossed and turned. — Suanne Laqueur

But we'll never see her again, she thought. She and Dad won't see us married. They won't see their grandchildren. We won't see their faces seeing us in our adult lives. "I — Suanne Laqueur

You're sparse." "Sparse?" "You're rake thin with obese emotions." His — Suanne Laqueur

I'm still learning how to feel what I feel as I'm feeling it. — Suanne Laqueur

And then they were staring again. And it happened again, just as it had in the theater yesterday. Time slowed, atoms and particles separating and recombining in a secret sphere around them. — Suanne Laqueur

All of the little triumphs of their love story had been banked away over the years, accumulating interest. Now they made lavish withdrawals, cashed in every bond, every insurance policy. — Suanne Laqueur

She was a beautiful china cup on a table, quietly asking to be filled. And little by little, Erik was tipping over and pouring out. — Suanne Laqueur

Like I said, my friend, she seems the type who likes to make something beautiful with her partner, rather than just be carried around and adored in the spotlight. — Suanne Laqueur

Some seek the limelight and some hold the light in place — Suanne Laqueur

Some seek the light and hold the light in place. Erik Fiskare didn't like being the center of attention, but he liked situations where he had to keep the attention centered. — Suanne Laqueur

Because music makes good citizens and beautiful hearts. — Suanne Laqueur

Day One of being on the shit list." She dug her fingers into her hair, scratching vigorously. "And I haven't a thing to wear." Get — Suanne Laqueur

How many times did you have to take a guy's hand and tell him, "Dude, it's right here." If he had that kind of learning disability in sports, he'd be a bench decoration. She — Suanne Laqueur

A watershed moment exists in every man's life...sometimes it's profound, sometimes it's barely a blip. But every man has the moment when he stops being his mother's son and becomes another woman's man. When he goes from protected to protector. — Suanne Laqueur

He new it frustrated her that he had dehydrated parts of his heart so thoroughly, no amount of drenching love and affection could revive them. — Suanne Laqueur

Among a thousand other things, she loved Alex for his easy use of we. His willing, unconscious way of taking an oar at the galley of your problem, even if it was just to listen. Even if both of you knew he couldn't do jack shit to help, he made it about us and made you feel less alone. "I — Suanne Laqueur

You haven't seen your father since you were eight?'
He shook his head.
'No word. No contact. No nothing?'
'Nothing.'
Daisy's eyes looked right and left before coming back to his. 'Is he alive?'
Erik turned looked into the blue-green eyes studying him so intently. He was surprised he had revealed this to someone he barely knew. Normally this was the card he kept closest to his chest. Yet something about Daisy looking at him, her expression calm and interested, sympathetic but not pitying, tactfully curious, seemed to be reaching into the tangle of emotions comprising the experience of being so cruelly deserted, and gently drawing out a thread. — Suanne Laqueur

Maybe that's life. Trading in one tragedy for a better tragedy. — Suanne Laqueur

A lot of times high school felt like a shipwreck. A social shipwreck with everyone in desperate survival mode and only one lifeboat. Everyone fighting for a seat, clinging to the sides and beating each other with oars to keep their spot. I can't stand that kind of chaos, when people create drama for the sake of it. — Suanne Laqueur

Jav's face was numb. Fingertips ice cold. His shirt stuck to his back with sweat and every square inch o"f skin prickled and tingled. He could feel his heart breaking down, dropping off piece by piece into the rolling boil of his stomach. Every splash sending up clouds of toxic steam, choking his throat. He was sure the next words out would be inside a scream. Instead he heard a strong, calm voice - a seasoned captain taking over the helm.
"I'm with you," Jav said. "Fucking take their ship down. I'm here. Right until the end, I won't leave."

Excerpt From: Suanne Laqueur. "An Exaltation of Larks." iBooks. — Suanne Laqueur

She smiled back at him. Neither of them had said so much as hello yet she was looking at him with those eyes. Deep in the cathedral of his young being, Erik felt a bell toll, a peal of recognition. And for the rest of his life, he would swear, he would swear to anyone who asked, although nothing was said aloud, he heard Daisy Bianco speak to him. She said it with her eyes, he heard it clearly in his head, and it wasn't hello.
It was, 'Well, here you are...'
Here I am, he thought. — Suanne Laqueur

Some men can't do anything unless there's an audience." "What — Suanne Laqueur

This is the best thing I've ever done," he said. And he pushed into her, hungry to take the step for his own mankind. Daisy — Suanne Laqueur

No matter what you do, be excellent at it." Rafael — Suanne Laqueur

A bittersweet truth: she wasn't anyone's baby anymore. She'd been left bereft. Her value diminished. She was poor. Alex — Suanne Laqueur

I can't," he whispered, knowing he could, but wishing with every fiber of his being he didn't have to.
"You can," Will said. "You don't have to do it well. You just have to do it. — Suanne Laqueur

Seeing her was a key turned in a rusty lock and now all his gears were churning. — Suanne Laqueur

Aware of how tenuous life can be. How too many things go unsaid or undone. How we wait too long and miss the chance." "Miss — Suanne Laqueur