Ann Patchett Quotes

Love is agony, isn't it? I've been involved with someone for some time now, but it's all so complicated. It's never straightforward is it? You meet someone, you fall in love, it's the most wonderful thing ever but... There's always something that's not quite right about love, isn't there?

Love is nothing but a pain in the ass

I've been through a lot as far as love.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you

We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Love makes everything complicated.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

I've hurt you terribly my love, and I'll hunt you again during the next fifty years. And you are going to hurt me, Ian-never I hope as much as you are hurting me now. But if that's the way it has to be, then I'll endure it, because the only alternative is to live without you, and that is no life at all. And the difference is that I know it, and you don't... not yet.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

My songs have always had frustrating themes - relationships I've had

Love is more cruel than lust.

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

A woman warm and willing is what I'm looking for, cause the whiskey ain't working anymore.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.