Quotes About Ghosts

In the world of haunted machines we're determined to bring on, we need alchemists. People with feet in both worlds. People prepared to consider a world of ghosts and spirits with presence and agency. People like the cunning-folk, equipped to translate the high code of that world for the rest of us dung-stained villagers. People who know their history – which means also knowing their folklore, because that's where the lessons are. Magic

I love ghosts; I prefer ghosts to some people.

This may be a shitty work environment, but OSHA doesn't have any guidelines when it comes to ghosts. We'll have to make up our own as we go.

That's how we find our way outward and onward. By holding onto beauty hardest. By cradling it like the cure that it is. By making it realer than anything ever was. The rest is just monsters and ghosts.

O! how many ghosts in a wound of war.

The truth is that monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. That our better angels sometimes — often! — win instead, in spite of all odds, is another truth of The Shining. And thank God it is.

What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, imprinted, eternally seen.

Regrets — those ghosts of actions that haunt our thoughts

In all my years of Ghost Hunting I have never been afraid, after all, a ghost is only a fellow human being in trouble

Ghosts" are people, or part of people, anyway, and thus governed by emotional stimuli; they do not perform like trained circus animals, just to please a group of skeptics or sensation seekers. Then too, one should remember that an apparition is really a re-enactment of an earlier emotional experience, and rather a personal matter. A sympathetic visitor would encourage it; a hostile onlooker inhibit it.

living or dead, it's always people that haunt the living!" Mae said

Time has ghosts. That's what time is: the ghost of every instant passed, haunting the potential of every moment to come.

No real ghosts, Ted told himself. Memories were the only ghosts adults had: Memories and regrets.

It was an effort formulating this summary, explaining myself. I preferred the distant past, centuries that were over and done with, ghosts that posed no direct threat. History could be milked for this cause or that. We observed it always with hindsight, projecting onto it our modern convictions and anxieties.

The word "haunted", I'm sure you know, usually applies to a house, graveyard, or supermarket that has ghosts living in it, but the word can also be used to describe people who have seen and heard such horrible things that they feel as if ghosts are inside them, haunting their brains and hearts with misery and despair.

Mila punched me in the arm. Don't get goofy on me, Jigsaw! Ghosts are not real. And they don't write books! I'll say this for Mila. She's got a pretty good right hand. My arm ached for the rest of the day.

When I write short fiction or novellas, I like to leave a hint of the fantastic, of the unreal. If you write a completely fantastic novel with ghosts and everything, the effect is less powerful than if you portray an absolutely realistic situation and, in the middle of this, you put a layer of fantasy, of mystery.

I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.

I'm haunted by things I've seen, but more haunted by those I haven't.

In Desmond Ryan's inspired phrase, there continued the 'long wrestle between ghosts and realities with all the stored-up spleens of five years flaming through the rhetoric'.

Ghosts, they say, stay for three simple reasons: they love life too wholly to leave, they love some other too deeply to part, or they need to linger on for a bit, to coax a distant knife toward its fated throat.

Movies by Carlos Saura and others had ghosts, memories from the past, that they used to make a political point. Things you couldn't talk about openly, you could speak of through ghosts.

Ghosts everywhere. Even the living were only ghosts in the making. You learned to ration your commitment to them. This moment in this tent already had the quality of remembered experience. Or perhaps he was simply getting old. But then, after all, in trench time he was old. A generation lasted six months, less than that on the Somme, barely twelve weeks.

A hundred years from now they'll still be ploughing up skulls. And I seemed to be in that time and looking back. I think I saw our ghosts.