Quotes About Ghosts

Piantala con questi mostri, Michele. I mostri non esistono. I fantasmi, i lupi mannari, le streghe sono fesserie inventate per mettere paura ai creduloni come te. Devi avere paura degli uomini, non dei mostri.

Halloween wraps fear in innocence, As though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat...

On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park....

Ghosts flutter about my head and I am oppressed in spirit. My son, has it all been wasted..?

that those who are no longer with us remain with us specifically through our memories of them. That memories are perhaps more than just recordings, that they are the actual essence of the people we have known, the places we have been, lingering on long after the event, like time travellers, like ghosts.

We sat silently, contemplating the ghosts we had created between us, and the difference between our world and that of most people.

There are always people missing. And sometimes I see their ghosts.

Ghosts grew from the thin grey mist of hollow hills, the damp and drizzle of dusk, the breath of the dead.

More and more now she could tell the difference between what was real and what was a mix of memory and nightmare; more and more she felt sure that if she spoke she would be speaking to the living, not ghosts.

You got your ghost turds. Mostly inside." He patted the wall.

We had returned to the age of polytheism without realizing it. Which God we worshipped depended on which tribe we belonged to, which wish we prayed granted. Even Reason had become a God to millions over the last century—an omnipotent being of pure science, worshipped by lettered liberals in the organic produce aisles of their local Whole Foods. And Whole Foods Jesus knows there's no such thing as ghosts. Firm in

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in the present. As we work them through, they go from haunting us to becoming simply part of our history.

The gods and heroes of the old myths fade away and give place to people like ourselves. In Shakespeare we can still have heroes who can see ghosts and talk in magnificent poetry, but by the time we get to Beckett's Waiting for Godot they're speaking prose and have turned into ghosts themselves.

The worst of a modern stylish mansion is that it has no place for ghosts.

Les personnages de nos autres vies sont des fantômes que la littérature fait revivre.

I'm going to paint too. I'm going to paint pictures of ghosts and devils and horses out of hell.

There is no disputing the accurate, scientific fact that millions of germs are floating, swimming, wriggling everywhere. At the same time, however, if you ignore them completely they lose all possible connection with yourself, and at once become nothing more than vanishing "ghosts of science".

Après avoir eu peur des fantômes innombrables créés, non par le monde, mais par les individus, je n'étais plus, comme auparavant, en proie à l'anxiété où me plongeait toutes choses. Prêt à faire face aux nécessités de l'heure, j'agissais avec une certaine audace.

They were of overpowering fear, not the terror the sight of ghosts in a graveyard might arouse, but rather a fierce ancestral dread that could not be expressed in four or five words, something perhaps like encountering in the sacred grove of a Shinto shrine the white-clothed body of the god.

Las personas que temen a otros seres humanos desean ver espectros de apariencia todavía más horrible; las que son nerviosas y se asustan con facilidad, rezan para que la tormenta sea lo más violenta posible; y ciertos pintores, que han sufrido a causa de unos fantasmas llamados seres humanos, acaban creyendo en cosas fantásticas y viendo espectros en pleno día, en medio de la naturaleza.

The day comes when love means something beyond a reflection of ourselves, when there is more behind than ahead and the house of mind is haunted in every chamber with old songs, old ghosts, old hopes.

If you don't believe in ghosts, then I dare you to run around the old man's grave. Three times. Counterclockwise." John thought about it. "If I run round it counterclockwise, that'll bring bad luck," he said. "I believe in bad luck." " Bones

But you must stop playing among his ghosts -- it's stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He's trying to lay them to rest here, not stir them up, and you seem eager to drag out all the sad old bones of his history and make them dance again. It's not nice, and it's not fair.

It's easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.