Best 757 of Suspense quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 19 Sep

Carrie Ann Ryan

This woman could make a saint sin.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ashley Nikole

Even the bruising couldn't disguise the strength of his features. His jaw, cheekbones, nose and--even his forehead--nothing was lacking in confidence about him--in the looks or personality department. What she wouldn't give to have his confidence. And absolution of guilt.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Burns

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Almney King

Show yourself to the darkness, they said, and then you will see your face." --Nero Slyvenski ALL LIGHT WILL FALL

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jackie Sonnenberg

This was an urban legend that didn't make it on to Snopes.com

By Anonym 19 Sep

Barry Graham

We don’t know when the first star exploded, or when the sun caught on fire. We don’t know when the sun will stop burning and turn cold and dark, though we know it will. In between the fire and the cold, life beginning and ending, Laura, sometime after being born and before dying, plays a game and talks to a sister who has never existed, while Frank tells a little girl named Whitney a story about the life and death of a dog, a story that he sometimes believes while telling it. In the cities of the Sonoran Desert, the sunshine follows you into the shade. When you drink water anywhere, however pure the water, you’re drinking the piss of dinosaurs. The volume of water in this world has never varied. Nothing comes or goes, increases or decreases. On a speck of dust in what they call the universe, David and Frank search for Laura, and Laura searches for David and Frank. La Llorona searches for her children. Whitney wants to not be sad. All of them search for love.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Katie Crouch

As a Magnolia, you are always onstage.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cleo Coyle

Annabelle, I'm going to kill you!" I cried, frowning at the mess. Then I glanced down the stairway and gasped. It looked like someone had beaten me to it.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Martin Hopkins

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old, but more importantly, trodden upon.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Nick Bantock

SABINE THINGS HAVE BECOME SO DIFFICULT. I MUSTN'T WRITE AGAIN. THIS WHOLE AFFAIR HAS GOTTEN TOO INTENSE. TOO REAL, SABINE, YOU DON'T EXIST. I INVENTED YOU. YOU, THE CARDS, THE STAMPS. THE ISLANDS, YOU'RE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION. I WAS LONELY AND I WANTED A FRIEND. BUT I'M ALMOST OUT OF CONTROL. I'VE STARTED TO THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU. BEFORE IT TAKES ME OVER IT HAS TO STOP. GOODBYE. GRIFFIN

By Anonym 19 Sep

Melissa Cutler

They were opposite in so many ways, but it was the kind of difference that was balancing-her softness with his steel, his instinct and her logic. He was teaching her by example to have courage in the face of fear, and she badly wanted to help him give voice to his grief and understand it was all right to feel pain.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Frederick Anderson

To kiss then was the most natural thing in the world. To explore, to taste, to find out. Katie did find out. When they parted from each other, the world was that much more of a beautiful thing.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Dana Marton

She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Katie Crouch

[W]ithout the League, you'd be nothing.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Teresa Lynn

Rene Caron takes my breath away!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Hazel Manuel

I'm never afraid, I'm just preparing for pain.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cherise Sinclair

Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.” “Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Gwenn Wright

They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny apartment above the old hardware store and done what little he knew to take care of me. It took less than six weeks for him to realize his mistake. Maybe even less than six hours, but he never abandoned me. He clung to me as though I was the last remnant of some great and powerful love. And that gave me hope that maybe my mother was really something else and not just some girl who got knocked up by a guy whose name she didn’t even know. She was something special, someone worthy of a man’s loyalty and devotion. --Rocky Evans

By Anonym 17 Sep

Katie Crouch

My membership has given me everything I've ever wanted.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sanjida Kay

I think about the story I always tell her – of the kind lady who gave her to us. I suppose that must be how she imagines her father – as a kind man who gave her away too, as if she were a gift. Only now he wants her back.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lisa Kessler

It was always you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mel Ballew

I wished for you on every shooting star when I was little. Now, if I gathered all of the stars I wished for you on, none could ever shine brighter than you. You are my shooting star, Ren. You are here with me walking this beach. I may have fucked up, but I swear to you, to God, and every single star in this sky, I will never give you up!” Stefan

By Anonym 16 Sep

Thomas Hardy

Her suspense was terrible.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Robin Hobb

Suspense was an excellent tool for keeping powerful people off balance. It gave one bargaining power.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Yawatta Hosby

How dare she not give in to his "vulnerability." There was only so much rejection he could take.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Peggy Kopman-owens

The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Nina G. Jones

Shy, I can’t be fixed. We won’t ride off into the sunset. There will be no happy ending.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kathey Gray

You ever play that game seven minutes in heaven, baby? Because we're about to play it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cornell Woolrich

I didn't look over my shoulder; there wasn't a sound behind me on the pavement, but I knew he was coming slowly after me. The crawl of the skin up and down my back told me. Little needles of warning that gathered at the back of my skull told me. I'd never known until then that the jungles aren't so very far behind us, after all, and tails, and four feet instead of two. Where else did those symptoms come from? ("Don't Wait Up For Me, Tonight")

By Anonym 16 Sep

Agatha Christie

¡El dinero es ridículo! ¡El crédito es ridículo! ¡Convenga usted en que la vida tiene mucho de ridículo!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Noorilhuda

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Vonnie Davis

Ice Man, his friends had called him. She'd give him a different nickname, like Sex on a Stick or Horny Toad.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanjida Kay

Make no mistake, my darling. I am coming for you. I will take you back.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alfred Hitchcock

A woman, I always say, should be like a good suspense movie: The more left to the imagination, the more excitement there is. This should be her aim - to create suspense, to let a man discover things about her without her having to tell him.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gwenn Wright

It seemed to me that Mr. Forrester would approve of a woman who could follow him in conversation and not be baffled by ledgers and currency conversions. I had grossly overestimated him.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrew Coster

He reasoned, even as a young man, that traditions may linger as he walked though the oracles of time. In later years he thought his mind may one day blur, should he survive to an old age, but as he spread ink on paper, transmitted and shared with those who came after him his experiences, his own great adventures, he believed perhaps they, like he, would give way to pause to reflect on how...hard it always was to open his eyes to begin a new day...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Brynn Kelly

How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joshua Ferris

Baseball is the slow creation of something beautiful. It is the almost boringly paced accumulation of what seems slight or incidental into an opera of bracing suspense. The game will threaten never to end, until suddenly it forces you to marvel at how it came to be where it is and to wonder at how far it might go. It’s the drowsy metamorphosis of the dull into the indescribable.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Noorilhuda

Even in death, her mother was winning.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ana Claudia Antunes

Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hurts even more when in famine.

By Anonym 17 Sep

N. E. Conneely

Michelle: It wasn't my house. It was owned by a brownie couple who owned it and rented out suites. There were a few long-term renters, like me, but it also functioned as a bed and breakfast to people and magical creatures passing through. A renter, like myself, was entitled to two meals a day, which made up for the microscopic kitchen. Being something of an indifferent or terrible cook, those kept me from eating fast food every day. I walked inside, barely pausing to wipe my feet on the mat. I swung to the right and stumbled into the dining room, hardly looking at the long table or who might be at it. I made a bee-line for the tea and slurped down half a mug. The hot, caffeinated beverage forced my eyes open and gave my movement some energy. While topping off my mug, I looked around and saw two unicorns, a dwarf and five shifters.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jess Montgomery

The stiff night smells like the promise of coming rain, though its scent is doused by the strong odor of corn mash fermenting with yeast. Afar off a coyote howls, then a bit later a screech owl, and in between shivers and sighs of smaller night creatures.

By Anonym 16 Sep

A. R. Wile

I lock onto the most entrancing, dark eyes staring at me. I can’t bring myself to look away. They're like a well I've fallen into, and I'm willing to refuse a bucket to safety. I'm mesmerized by the depth in them. On the surface, I can see the facade he puts in place with the confidence he portrays, but his smile never reaches his eyes. Beneath the water lies a murky past. A past filled with hurt that I can feel akin to." ~ Hannah, Tragically Broken, The Broken Series

By Anonym 19 Sep

Katie Reus

Walking away from him had been almost impossible. But she loved him too much to do otherwise. Because by simply existing, she was putting him and anyone he cared for in mortal danger. She wished it was different…

By Anonym 14 Sep

Raymond Chandler

Love interest nearly always weakens a mystery because it introduces a type of suspense that is antagonistic to the detective's struggle to solve a problem.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Melissa Cutler

He liked the sound of her voice, husky and low in a way that got him thinking about pinning her to the rock and setting his mouth to work on the hollow of her throat, proving to her which of them was in control. Then again, feelings didn't get much more out of control that his were at the moment.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Joseph R. Freeman

You know it's a good mystery novel when you, the reader, find yourself becoming a frustrated detective who occasionally gets it right.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rabbi Sipporah Joseph

Grandpa Sereno: "There is nothing as dangerous as fear, fear of people who are different than you. Fear is the REAL danger and we must start to put all our efforts into fighting THAT instead of each other. Fight fear not people!!! Let there be light!

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maya Banks

You don't understand. How could you? We were in the worst sort of hell. We weren't living day to day or even hour to hour. We survived minute by excruciating minute. The next day was an eternity away and we didn't want it. Death wasn't the enemy. It was our salvation.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Katie Crouch

...[D]espite the concoction's disgusting lecture, it's cleared every blemish from my face, as promised. I am a Buzzard-created beauty, head to toe.