Wisdom Quote by Neil Gaiman — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories—if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.”

“There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar's eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious jewelery; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look nothing at all alike.”

“Fuck you," said Czernobog. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft, poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart.”

“It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.”

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.”

“Show the youth the consequences of their actions and why they should choose wisely”

“The ORDINARY RESPONSE TO ATROCITIES is to banish them from consciousness. Certain violations of the social compact are too terrible to utter aloud: this is the meaning of the word unspeakable.”

“Why is it that we don’t worry about a compass until we’re lost in a wilderness of our own making?”

“Desbordante de autoestima gracias a la victoria sobre el jinete arácnido, Steve partió hacia la aldea para luchar contra los zombis con un poco más de confianza en sí mismo. Ya era un guerrero.”

“He thought that humans are like sheep, powerless and helpless, whose reins are in the ruthless hands of life. This life, like a cold-hearted shepherd, drives man toward an endless journey against his desires and will.”

“For the wise have always known that no one can make much of his life until self-searching has become a regular habit, until he is able to admit and accept what he finds, and until he patiently and persistently tries to correct what is wrong. – Bill W.”