What do stars do? They shine.
NEIL GAIMANLove takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.
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There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?
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Black as night, sweet as sin.
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Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.
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Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
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Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgot.
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He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
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Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.
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I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.
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You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.
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I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn’t mean anything? What then?
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Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
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Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
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Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
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