Patrick Ness Quotes

My joy is as painful as my pain.

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

It's lovely. I hate it.

There is hurt that cannot be fixed by band aids or poetrybecause no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

a joy that hurts with sadness a sadness that is pleasurable a pleasure full of terror a terror that excites an excitement that calms a calmness that frightens.

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?

I'm not really sure why. But... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger... and I still loved her. I still do.

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

It's good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you're confused, that you're in a lie.

Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries

A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

I feel pain everyday of my life. When you see me perform, it's that pain you're seeing coming out. I put all my emotions, all my feelings, and my body on the line. People hurt me, I hurt myself - mentally, physically

Sometimes my need to love hurts-- myself, my family, my cause. Is there a cure? Of course. But I refuse. Refuse to stop loving, to stop caring. To avoid those tears, that pain...To err on the side of passion is human and right and the only way I'll live.

I'm sad, but I'm laughing.

Love is the strongest emotion any creature can feel except for hate, but hate can't hurt you. Love, and trust, and friendship, and all the other emotions humans value so much, are the only emotions that can bring pain. Only love can break a heart into so many pieces.

Explanations don't comfort. You won't feel better if you know why. It won't hurt any less.

No, I had never intentionally caused anyone physical pain, but I had hurt Ian deeply enough just by hurting myself. Human lives were so impossibly tangled. What a mess.

A mouth of no distinction but well practiced, before I entered my teens, in irony. For what is irony but the repository of hurt? And what is hurt but the repository of hope?

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.