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"They never liked us, did they?" "Gods don't 'like'. They love and they hate and they ignore ... "
The Sandman: The Kindly Ones Neil Gaiman
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More Posts from Aliveinquotes
You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
Dream, The Sandman: Fables and Reflections Neil Gaiman
The bonds of family bind both ways. They bind us up, support us, help us, and they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.
Desire, The Sandman: The Wake Neil Gaiman
It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one simply assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best.
Destruction, The Sandman: The Wake Neil Gaiman
If a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.
The Sandman: World's End Neil Gaiman
What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it's all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in a gold plate? Knights are for killing. I killed my first man at twelve. I've lost count of how many I've killed since then. High lords with old names, fat rich men dressed in velvet, knights puffed up like bladders with their honors, yes, and women and children, too-they're all meat, and I'm the butcher. Let them have their lands and their gods and their gold. Let them have their sers.
Sandor Clegane, A Song of Ice and Fire; George R. R. Martin