Quotes About Ghosts

Ant-swarming city, city abounding in dreams, Where ghosts in broad daylight accost the passerby!

I think I do believe in the afterlife; I have heard stories from people who I can completely trust that have seen ghosts.

I don't necessarily not believe in ghosts, but I've never seen a ghost. A ghost has never jumped out and been like, 'Hey, how's it going?'

I would say Waverly Hills, which is an abandoned sanitarium here in the States - it's high on the list of places I don't ever want to spend the night again.

What is time, but the airy ocean in which ghosts come and go!

And when we met amid the shadows, we were wrapped in the mantle of love, and from its folds looked out fearless on the ghostly world about us. Ghosts or none, they never annoyed us. Our love was a talisman, yea, an elixir of life, which made us equal to the twice-born—the disembodied dead. And they were as a wall of fear about us, to keep far off the unfriendly foot and the prying eye.

I have worked on several horror films but haven't experienced any such thing, that could also be because I don't believe in ghosts.

Our feet are planted in the real world, but we dance with angels and ghosts.

I love ghosts. I've actually seen a couple of spirits in my life and almost every single night, till today, I try and watch a scary film.

As a girl, I sat awestruck at the feet of Harriet Ne, author of 'Tales of Molokai'. It was she who used to say, 'I myself have seen it,' after telling a particularly hair-raising ghost story - a phrase that I borrowed for one of my titles.

Let him join the men of the past. Her old lovers were ghosts. None of them had survived; none were missed.

Sacred bleeding fuck," I said, because, I mean its one thing to know your crazy hocus brother sees ghosts, and a whole different thing when you find out they're telling him bedtime stories.

My vision is warping and splintering again; I can feel the darkness waiting for you, feel myself sliding inch by inch, fingertip by fingertip, back into the world of monsters and ghosts out of which the Curia lifted me. Sometimes when I look at him, Thaddeus has the head of a raven.

Perhaps, however, it is the same with spinsters as with ghosts; and one has to be of their ranks in order to see them at all.

NÄ›kdy si ráda pÃ…â"¢edstavuju, že bydlím s pÃ…â"¢ízraky. Ne s tÄ›mi ze své minulosti - v takové nev??ím -, ale s pr?hlednými kusy myÅ¡lenek a knih visícími ve vzduchu jako hedvábné loutky.

Popular science can say some pretty wild things these days, but the supernatural is still out, as is Lamarck. You can have as many dimensions as you want, as long as none of them contains ghosts, telepathy, anything that fucks with Charles Darwin, or anything that Hitler liked (apart from Charles Darwin).

Some of the most friendly ghosts I live with are those of my favourite nineteenth-century science writers. Most of them were wrong, of course, but who cares? It's not like this is the end of history. We're all wrong.

There's something about old houses at sunset...they are ghosts made of wood, softening in the dusk that comes upon them like a tide.

That place is haunted, don't you know?

Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.

Much like photographs, I also love the idea that ghosts are memories frozen in time. We can be haunted by both just as horrifically. One really becomes a metaphor for the other.

I've always been attracted to the idea of ghosts being memories frozen in time, that a psychological haunting can be just as terrifying as a supernatural one.

Oh, they have just a bully time—take ships and burn them, and get the money and bury it in awful places in their island where there's ghosts and things to watch it, and kill everybody in the ships—make 'em walk a plank.

I'm alone. That just figures. Ghosts always go first for the one who's alone. In fact, I bet they're here right now. Lurking.