Graveyard Quote by Neil Gaiman Download Open image “Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.” — Neil Gaiman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Graveyard Rain Reflection World
“Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Intense sunlight rained down on a half-submerged city. Waves crashed between buildings that stood like waterlogged tombstones. Skyscrapers of smashed glass and twisted rusting… — Kev Heritage Copy Share Image
In the stream, Rushing past To the dusty world, My fleeting form Casts no reflection. — Dogen Copy Share Image
Such phantom blossoms palely shining Over the lifeless boughs of Time. — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
“The panes streamed with rain, and the short street he looked down into lay wet and empty, as if swept clear suddenly by a… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon the fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, And ghostly gas… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
“When you arise and you can only see the rains Remind yourself that within you lies eternal sunshine” — Michelle Geaney Copy Share Image
“People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and a backache and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it, pulling the thin blanket over himself, and closed his eyes,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“[T]hey could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
You need more than a beginning if you're going to start a book. If all you have is a beginning, then once you've written… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
You can tell the date of an old science fiction novel by every word on the page. Nothing dates harder and faster and more… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“They were spells, spelled with words to make worlds, waiting for me, in the pages of books.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I am attracted to looking at the different things language can mean even in one sometimes quite ordinary utterance. Writing is partly about listening… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless… — Molly Caldwell Crosby Copy Share Image
As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The dead has always been within us, its just the graveyard where we lay to rest.” — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
The stars begin to fade like guttering candles and are snuffed out one by one. Out in the depths of space the great celestial… — Edward Robert Harrison Copy Share Image
They say 'life is precious'. To who? To you, when you're young and you've got a few dollars in your pocket. Tell that to… — Doug Stanhope Copy Share Image
You can’t bring an unwritten place to life without losing something substantial. Manila is the cradle, the graveyard, the memory. The Mecca, the Cathedral,… — Miguel Syjuco Copy Share Image
“Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
I sort of tried to get a basketball scholarship out of high school, but that didn't happen. Then I started working for UPS, and… — Boyd Holbrook Copy Share Image
Let me get this straight. you want me to go stomping through a graveyard brandishing a bottle of booze to rouse an unrestful spirit… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
