Die schönsten Zitate von Neil Gaiman

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.

"Because," she said, "when you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave."

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.

Schriftsteller mögen gerne einsam sein, aber sie sind auch gern beeinander. Sie mögen es, gemeinsam einsam zu sein.

Writers may be solitary but they also tend to flock together. They like being solitary together.

You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

Manchmal ist der beste Weg etwas zu lernen, es falsch zu machen und dann zu schauen, was man getan hat.

Sometimes the best way to learn something is by doing it wrong and looking at what you did.

Im März ist die schlimmste Phase des Winters vorbei. Der Schnee taut, die Flüsse fließen und die Welt verwandelt sich wieder in sich selbst.

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.

The price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.

What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

Die Leute denken, Träume wären nicht real, weil sie nicht materiell sind. Träume sind real. Aber sie bestehen aus Ansichten, Bildern aus Erinnerungen und verlorenen Hoffnungen.

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.

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.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

Dreams shape the world.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

"I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear."
"Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out."

"Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?"
"No."

"You will forget. Death or life will take him from your minds."
"I know," whispered Despair, in her distant, empty voice. "But I shall remember him."

Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?

Die Fantasie ist wie ein Muskel. Wenn man sie nicht trainiert, verkümmert sie.

The imagination is a muscle. If it is not exercised, it atrophies.

One thing I've learned. You can know anything. It's all there. You just have to find it.

All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone

Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone.