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.
NEIL GAIMANFace your life, its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
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Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
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Even nothing can last forever.
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You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.
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You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
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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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I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
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Black as night, sweet as sin.
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Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
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I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
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An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
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If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
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People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
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To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
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