Quotes About Ghosting

Ghosting's a horrible thing, isn't it? It doesn't feel good, it feels like a rejection. And what's more, it feels like a rejection where there's no closure.

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor. It was the greatest failing of everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. She would always be confined by what everyone expected of her, because she was too afraid and too unwilling to correct our imperfect imaginings.

I've been in love with both men and women. I've been ghosted by both men and women.

Halloween might be a time that's renowned for ghosts, but we no longer experience ghosts only on Halloween. In our dating lives, we are now used to being 'ghosted' the whole year round.

Every time I see him, he's not there.

It was the way he lived. He could walk out of that building at a moment's notice and leave behind no personal trace.

Oh, by the way, Phury's here again, and he brought that Chosen with him. Figured you'd want to know in case you see a random female ghosting around here. Whoa. Surprise. How's he doing? Zsadist paused. I don't know. He's pretty tight about shit. Not real talkative. The bastard. Oh, and you're a candidate for The View? Right back at you, Bahbwa. Touché.

Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost." Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--" "No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.

Poetry wrapped around my heart like a cozy blanket Quills in my brain ink running through gray matter rivulets Dead authors ghosting through my soul...

It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

Regrets in this subcategory weren't limited to childhood malice. People described insulting work colleagues, "ghosting" romantic interests, and threatening neighbors. Most hurts were delivered with words, though a few were with fists. And for all the American associations of behavior like bullying, these regrets were international.