Suzanne Rindell Quotes & Sayings

That's the thing about taste: It's rarely shared. — Suzanne Rindell

The typewriter is indeed my passport into a world otherwise barred to me and my kind. — Suzanne Rindell

The heart is a funny organ, with such stubborn biases. — Suzanne Rindell

But mostly I married her because it made me heartsick to think of her marrying someone else. — Suzanne Rindell

I had the details of that photograph memorised. — Suzanne Rindell

What was justice, after all, but a particular outcome? — Suzanne Rindell

That's the funny thing about doubt." "What do you mean?" "It makes you feel rotten as hell. But if anyone bothered to think about it, it's a symptom of love. It means it matters to you. It's the brain questioning the wisdom of the heart. It doesn't mean the heart doesn't know better all along, it only means the brain doesn't understand how. — Suzanne Rindell

I had lived and left all the living I'd done in that strange, perfectly sculpted yet empty echo of my life, — Suzanne Rindell

With each mile we put behind us, I felt the air grow lighter in my lungs. It was as if the city had been one large pressure cooker, simmering in its own juices. With the top down on the coupe and a stalwart, man-made breeze blowing steadily in my face, I tallied the city's many summertime brutalities: the heat that radiated from the gray asphalt and made the air dance in wavy shimmers; the stagnant ponds in Central Park that turned a milky, putrid, almost phosphorescent green and incubated countless mosquitoes; the blasts of hot dirty air that breathed upward from every subway grate; oh, and how the loud noises pouring from construction sites even somehow seemed to further agitate and heat the air! — Suzanne Rindell

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. — Suzanne Rindell

But that's the funny thing about treasure - we assume everyone wants what we hold most dear. — Suzanne Rindell

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

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

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. — Suzanne Rindell

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

It's a myth that people who live in cities are naturally more open-minded, more accepting and tolerant of difference. The truth is, whatever people are, be it saints or bigots, they simply are these things, and the city - by smashing all those different kinds of people up against one another - just makes people's tolerance (or lack of it) all that much more pronounced. — Suzanne Rindell

Only fools assume. — Suzanne Rindell

It is interesting to me how technology has in many ways facilitated and refined the practice of deception — Suzanne Rindell

I felt my smile crumple. — Suzanne Rindell

Never agree with a man who insults you. — Suzanne Rindell

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. — Suzanne Rindell

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. — Suzanne Rindell

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

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. — Suzanne Rindell

We were inverted images of each other in some ways. — Suzanne Rindell

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. — Suzanne Rindell

[t]here's a rather large difference between brave and reckless. — Suzanne Rindell