Quotes About Haunt

Justice is expensive in America. There are no Free Passes... You might want to remember this, the next time you get careless and blow off a few Parking Tickets. They will come back to haunt you the next time you see a Cop car in your rear-view mirror.

The floor had become a sea and the bed a ship, seen from a great distance. I could hear their voices calling me from far away. It lasted a minute or less. Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe I did not. It was an image that came to haunt me, and I have often wondered what would have happened if I had done as I was told and left the silver shoes alone. Would everything then have been alright?

A feeling of disquiet continues to haunt me. As a youth one dreams of love; by the time one wakes, it is too late.

An ancient memory of this love haunts all of us all the time, and beckons us to return.

Darkness is the only solvent. While it was dark, despite Lucille's pacing and whistling, and despite what must have been dreams (since even Sylvie came to haunt me), it seemed to me that there need not be relic, remnant, margin, residue, memento, bequest, memory, thought, track or trace if only the darkness could be perfect and permanent.

Some ghosts haunt you for life. The best you can do is make room on the couch and get used to living with them.

The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always -- take any form -- drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

I usually destroy unreleased material. It has a way of coming back to haunt you.

I think the really great movies and plays are ones that haunt you or disturb you.

I didn't want to get divorced, but at the point where your children are part of it, you have to do something. I would really love it not to have happened because it haunts you, it will never go away, and it is probably the biggest failure, and I have to live with that.

It is a curious fact that the lure of a good investment seems to haunt clergymen more persistently than any other class of man. Perhaps it is the modern equivalent of the demons in female shape who used to haunt the anchorites of the Dark Ages.

Memories are a bane, little bird, like a thorn lodged in your eye. Cut them out, if you can, or they'll do nothing but haunt you in your dotage.

Already, I know that all of this will stay with me forever. It'll haunt me, but I also fear it will make me feel grateful. I say fear because at times I really don't want this to be a fond memory until it's over. I also fear that nothing really ends at the en. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

Think books aren't scary? Well, think about this: You can't spell Book without Boo!

When your past tries to haunt you tell it you don't believe in ghosts.

Was it possible for the living to haunt their fellow creatures? For something as intangible as the mere memory of a gesture to slip into the subconscious unbidden and remain there until some firing synapse, some chemical key set it free?

Fidel's oppressive legacy will haunt the Cuban regime and our hemisphere forever.

Fear and guilt are the dark angels that haunt rich men, Khader said to me once. I wasn't sure if that was true, or if he simply wanted it to be true, but I did know from experience that despair and humiliation haunt the poor.

Lies we tell ourselves are the ghosts that haunt the empty house of midnight.

Fear and guilt are the dark angels that haunt rich men.

Russia itself is an extremely complex country, and sometimes I feel like all of that comes back to haunt me. I can see why so many Russian writers were so tortured.

We don't always get the answers we want, sometimes a simple look can haunt us enough to know some ghosts need their rest.

I am the woman at the water's edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you, easily as this skirt billows then sinks, lapping against my legs, my toes filtering through the rivers silt. Following the current out to sea, I am the kind of woman who will come back to haunt your dreams, move through your humid nights the way honey swirls through a cup of hot tea

Time has been given to us as a sacred covenant, that if wasted will haunt us throughout eternity, in the form of regret