Quotes About Ghosts

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

But there's nothing to be done about it. All I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghosts of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make themselves at home, mostly because there's no competition. I've stopped fighting them. They're crashing and banging around in there now. Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry—I see you already have. Damn ghosts.

Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry—I see you already have. Damn ghosts.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

David, you don't want to get rid of the cracks and the crevices in the building because that's where the ghosts hide. And if you get rid of the ghosts, the Chelsea will just be any other building.

Sometimes I like to think I live with ghosts. Not from my past, but wispy bits of ideas and books that hang in the air like silk puppets. Sometimes I think I see my own ideas, floating around too, but they usually don't last that long. They're more like mayflies; they're born, big and gleaming, and then they fly around, buzzing like crazy before they fall to the floor, dead, about twenty four hours later.

Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.

A condensed Shakespeare with all of the dull parts removed, leaving only the great moments of drama: ghosts, and bloodied daggers, and dying kings.

and favored an obscure French perfume that reminded Kirk of dead chanteuses. Madlyn still saw the ghosts

Life is but a web spun of ghosts and dreams and illusions.

Ghosts were just a way that some stupid people dealt with their dull lives.

My utterance is mighty, I am more powerful than the ghosts; may they have no power over me.

Aunt Lina said that spirits existed, but not in the places, or in the alleys, or near the ancient gates of the Vatso. They existed in people's ears, in the eyes when eyes looked inside and not out, in the voice as soon as it begins to speak, in the head when it thinks, because words are full of ghosts but so are images. Is it true, Mamma?

Aunt Lina said that the spirits existed, but not in the palaces, or in the alleys, or near the ancient gates of the Vasto. They existed in people's ears, in the eyes when the eyes looked inside and not out, in the voice as soon as it begins to speak, in the head when it thinks, because words are full of ghosts but so are images.

He was beginning to feel his head swim a bit. It all came to this, a glance, a word, a face … everyone he knew was, most of the time, merely a recollection. Then a thought fell on him. Ghosts. Maybe we're all ghosts anyway, just as soon as the moment's passed.

My mama used to tell us ghost stories in the evening on rainy days.

Why a ghost story? Well, I love them. They're fun to read - and, yes, fun to write.

I've actually seen a ghost, so I know they're really around.

When you feel a ghost, most people will feel chills - you're feeling the energy.

I love a good ghost story, and I love to just get in there and really just find the truth behind these stories.

I don't know if I would ever sleep well again if I actually saw a ghost. If they exist, that's fine. I just don't want to see one.

Ghost stories always creep me out and weird me out. Those are always interesting to watch.

His claim to his home is deep, but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb without being absorbed.

I see ghosts all the time, all the time.