Susan Johnson Quotes

Susan Johnson shares vivid, daring tales about time, happiness, and hope, inviting readers to embrace risk and keep dreaming.

16 quotes

Ah, you see, Rachel, only strivers know about the stealthiness of time. No matter how young they are.

#1
She was devastatingly cruel about our home town and told an elaborate, embossed tale about how she made good her escape. She referred to it as 'The Planet Brisbane' and ridiculed its unpleasant combination of smug self-satisfaction and provincial defensiveness.

#2
She walked and walked, daring to be happy, risking the wrath of the Gods. She raised her large smiling face to the sun and when she was not struck down, dared to hope for herself again.

#3
'Still got your eyes closed, Rach?' she called. 'You should have stayed in Brisbane where it's safe!'

#4
“One of my favorite quotes is from a local hairdresser who went off to live in Rome. Lucky guy. Anyway, he used to sign off his TV program each day by saying: Live it up, girls. You're dead a long time. Good advice I thought.”
“She buried herself so deep in the book no harm could ever find her.”
“So he wanted a night of sex with the voluptuous Lady Grafton, it looked as though the old mainstay of suave flattery was on the agenda. Perhaps even a hitherto unpracticed sincerity might be of use. Which called into questions what exactly he was sincere about? Other than sex.”
“You are a witch,” he whispered, “because I’m thinking about moving heaven and earth so I don’t have to wait. Name the time and place and I’ll be there.”
“He should have left long ago. He actually did once – or nearly did, but Zelda pulled him back. Not that he needed any persuasion with her warm, welcoming body the ultimate Nirvana and his libido operating within the very narrow range of sex, sex, and more sex.”
“She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a shuddering moan from her and quivering she gasped in shallow rapturous sighs.”
“He’d only just met her, he told himself, as though the newness and novelty was the explanation for his unusual feelings. Or perhaps he was simply overreacting to her rare innocence and highly sensual nature. That combination didn’t come into his life every day. There. A sensible explanation for his sharp-set craving. A logical reason for not being able to walk away. With time though, he’d have his fill. He always did.”
“Well, thank you, ma’am,” he said still breathing hard, his heated body sleek with sweat, his smile angelic. “We … try.”
“How did you know?’ she asked as he sat her on her feet inside the door. ‘I didn’t. This was just in case.’ he lied, this man who’d had women pursuing him since his adolescence…”
“…she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes, his hunter’s gaze shuttered now that he was lounging relaxed in his chair, his brandy glass resting on his chest. His legs were stretched out before him…”
“You Mademoiselle are hardly in a position to remonstrate. The entire world has no doubt been at your feet from the cradle.” “Would you care to join them?” She was teasing but testing her powers too in a feminine display of vanity. She was too perfect he thought, as she stood provocatively nude before him, too exotic, too tempting, too assured of her extravagant beauty. “Perhaps some other time,” his gaze having shuttered slightly, the familiar sardonic half-lidded gaze of the Duc de Vec once again regarding her…”
“Sometimes she wasn't even sure she existed and could not have said what her truest feelings were, or indeed where she ended or began. The girl felt she had no proper shape, no sides as it were, and she dreamed of being more fixed, more clever, of winning the admiration of brilliant unknown people. In the future, when she grew up, her life would be as beautiful as a book, peopled by interesting and fascinating things, sweeter than music or love. -- Susan Johnson, The Broken Book”