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What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.
I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.
It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter wh...
What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?
How do you stop yourself from worrying? I think of all the good things in my life. What about the bad things? There’s no room for them insid...
I’m much to proud to care - pride keeps me from feeling half the things I ought to feel.
It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.
…Please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall ...
There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.
Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. It’s me that’s out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel ther...
I think it is likely that the best of everything is made in solitude.
Sometimes it was hard to express how much you loved someone. You said the words, but you could never quite capture the depth of it. You coul...
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you w...
I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it ma...
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but th...
I dream too much, work too little.