Quotes About Ghosts

You said this place was haunted," Shooting Glasses tells her. "By all the ghosts of who everybody used to want to be, before they died inside," Jade says.

You said this place was haunted," Shooting Glasses tells her. "By all the ghosts of who everybody used to want to be, before they died inside

For all those beaten, for the broken heads, The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed, The ghosts in the burning city of our time

I think with 'Ghosts' it's slightly affected my image of what ghosts would be. Before I didn't really think about it that much.

Shut your mouth, Florus, or the ghosts will get in. The disembodied are always looking to hitch a ride in the right vessel. - Aunt Polly

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn't remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

You just rode a flying camel through a sky full of ghosts," Seth said.

Science may have evicted ghosts and witches from our beliefs

You will never assassinate my ghosts.

Forgotten memories surfaced like the ghosts of the dead (...)

His wishes surfaced like ghosts and fled into the night.

Occasionally a few bubbles would eructate to the surface like the ghosts of beans on bath night.

I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words.

I am not afraid of ghosts. My mother said they can't hurt you. Only the living can.

I wouldn't describe myself as lacking in confidence, but I would just say that - the ghosts you chase you never catch.

Laura won't hurt you," I said, wrestling him for control. "She's one of the sweetest ghosts I ever met. She just likes to play." "Yeah, I bet. With my bones, if I had any!" "She isn't like that!" "Sure. 'Cause when the innocent little girl shows up in a horror flick, it's always a good thing!

Louis-Cesare and Ray were in trouble. I could tell because I could see them, not clearly, but in fits and starts, little glimmers like a couple of ghosts, if ghosts made "oh shit" faces on the one hand agitated French gestures on the other. And that sort of shit wasn't going to go unnoticed for long. Aaaaand it didn't.

One of the ghosts knows where the passage is!" I told Pritkin. He looked surprised and I scowled. Just because I didn't know seven ways to kill a guy with my elbow didn't make me completely useless.

And she knows how to come into a home and not step on the toes of a ghost.

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don't walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you're never really alive again. Spend enough time with ghosts, you become one.

But the past was over, was behind her, was composed of ghosts and memories and dreams, and he was real and alive and there. His eyes held hers, encouraged her, willed her, compelled her. She'd given him her loyalty. She'd trusted him with her life.

It's not only ghosts who haunt us. Our memories follow us through life, surprising us now and again when we are forced to turn around and look behind us.