#sandman

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#sandman #tempest #dreams

I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering throught the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one]. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-sandman #dreams

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

— Neil Gaiman

#love #sandman #love

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. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers

Delirium: "What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?" Dream: "There isn't one." Delirium: "Oh. I thought maybe there was." Delirium and Dream, in Sandman #43: "Brief Lives: 3 ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#gaiman #love #poignant #sandman #dreams

You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #sandman #death