Neil Gaiman Quotes

Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.

My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?

The inexorable compulsion of all things is towards health or destruction, life or death, and we hasten our joys or our woes to the logical extreme. It is urgent, therefore, that we be joyous if we wish to live.

There are three things we have no control over: our birth; our emotions, if we're sincere; and our death.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

I came in with Halley's Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and I expect to go out with it. It will be the greatest disappointment of my life if I don't go out with Halley's Comet. The Almighty has said, no doubt: 'Now here are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.'

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

I want to plant a few more seeds here and there before they plant me

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

To live is nothing more than to come here to die, to be what we were before being born, but with apprenticeship, experience, knowledge of cause, and perhaps with will.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

He that dies this year is quit for the next.

As you were, I was. As I am, you will be.

To take life was to understand your own death--that the Hour of the Huntsman also came for you.

The bones of the Dead will be seen to govern the fortunes of him who moves them.

That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.

The bullet that will kill me is not yet cast.

No man dies before his hour. The time you leave behind was no more yours, than that which was before your birth, and concerneth you no more.

No one knew where you were before you were born, but when you were born, it wasn't long before you found you'd arrived with your return ticket already punched.

Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet