Patrick Ness Quotes

History is merciless.

I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

He who waits for the sword to fall upon his neck will surely lose his head.

Let this be a lesson to us all, said the preacher. You will be walking someday in the dark and the truth will come shining through, and behind you will be a life that you never want to see again.

Shadows in shadows He watches through dreams Wings black as Africa Body strong as stone Done waiting The ravens call.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.

Numb the dark and you numb the light.

You must also realize that the stuff of excellence-truth, real scientific truth-can be elusive... It is too often covered by the heavy fog of fear and hidden by the darkness of your detractors.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.

Sometimes I'm haunted by the thought that we have only one life and that we live it provisionally, waiting in vain for the day when real life will begin. And so life passes by.

I vow and protest there's more plague than pleasure with a secret.

The real secret of patience is to find something to do in the meantime.

The soul in the darkness sins, but the real sinner is he who caused the darkness.

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

One wanders through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with a poisonous toad waiting patiently beneath a clump of weeds, knowing full well that eventually you will step on him.

Relationships are like farting, If you push too hard things could get messy real fast.

Real repentance means coming not only to be sorry for the consequences of sin but to hate sin itself.

Was it serious? I don't know. It certainly had serious consequences.

Donald Trump is dangerous. The truth is that the bigotry and hatred that he speaks have real consequences in people's lives.

"You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions."

Adam Nevill a spine-chiller in the classic tradition, a writer who draws you in from the world of the familiar, eases you into the world of terror, and then locks the door behind you. The House of Small Shadows grows darker and takes on more menacing life with each step forward.

A certain columnist has been banned from all Shubert openings. Now he can wait three days and go to their closings.

All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.