before sunset... or things left unspoken...

"We were never loves, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old..."

-Lady Bast, in Sandman #72, part three of "The Wake"

I cared for him, very much. He was so wise; he seemed so certain of the rightness of his actions. And I, who do nothing but doubt, admired that in him. He was a creature of hope, for dreams are hopes, and echoes of hopes, and I am a creature of despair...

-Despair, in Sandman #72, part three of "The Wake"

I think of the first Despair sometimes, said Despair. It must be over a hundred thousand years since anyone thought of her but me. An eyeblink, and she is forgotten. And 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...

-Despair, in Sandman #72, part three of "The Wake"