do not boast about tomorrow
for one never know's what it brings

be free of your love of money
and be content with what you have

for I have learned to be content
whatever the circumstances

the things I thought mattered the most
are the things that matter the least

the love of others and to give love to
others is the greatest gift of all

the past dose not dictate who you are
so let the past stay in the past
behind you

Sandman Quotes

"I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life."
Brant Tucker, in World's End.

"-You are mortal: it is the mortal way. 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 to his son Orpheus, in Brief Lives

"-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." Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it oepns up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

I always look for little bits of myself in everything you do.
Sometimes I think I see them.
Other times I think I'm being retardedly arrogant.
I always think someday it'll be obvious and I'll know, not think, but really know that it was true and real and I didn't dream it up. Because that's the one thing that I want. For it to be obvious to me. To have it in plain sight, even if it's hidden from everyone but me. A Secret code for I love you.

I had a dream about secrets last night.
Secrets define the eras.
We've therapied ourselves out of our ability to keep secrets. Some generations were nothing but kept secrets. Some acquired them and traded them like currency. Vile things, secrets. Worse than lies. Because secrets beget lies.
I wish I could be a mystery.
To someone other than me. I miss her mystery and the
joy of discovering it together, In fact most of all I miss her.
Last night I also dreamed of your future and the pains it caused me, and
how you fell so low. Still through it all I still cared, I still loved you. Isn't that crazy?

Your mistakes hurt me but it hurt more to remember the words we uttered so quietly to one another. The promises, the rules, the makings of our universes and the way you walked in the rain. You still walked in the rain. I still smiled, but not without a bit of sadness. It was ok, I never could hold a proper grudge...at least not with you. Perhaps that's the most magical thing of all or the most foolish, I'm still not sure. Not sure if I ever will be.