Neil Gaiman Quotes

Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind

We've all got a black book of missed opportunities.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Hope and wishes for all that delights will sour in the midst of action not taken and words unsaid.

Every opportunity passed is lost.

In this moment she felt that she had been robbed of an enormous number of valuable things, whether material or intangible: things lost or broken by her own fault, things she had forgotten and left in houses when she moved: books borrowed from her and not returned, journeys she had planned and had not made, words she had waited to hear spoken to her and had not heard, and the words she meant to answer with. . . .

Someday I'll be remembered for The phone calls I never made Letters I never mailed And the stories I never finished telling anyone.

There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.

The regret of my life is that I have not said 'I love you' often enough.

The tragedy of life is not that man loses but that he almost wins.

Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do.

We do not ask the right questions when we are young, so we miss the important answers. Now it is too late to ask, too late for the illuminating answers, and the unanswered questions haunt us for a lifetime.

Much unhappiness has come to the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

I look back upon my times when more people were listening to what I had to say, and I didn't say enough.

And all the trips you know you missed And all the lips you never kissed Cut through you like a knife. And now you see stretched out before thee Just another story of a life.

Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we've missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.

Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

Nothing is so irretrievably missed as an opportunity we encounter every day.

The moment had passed, the door between the lives we could have led and the lives we led had shut in our faces.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.