Quotes About Haunt

In El-harím, there lived a man, a man with yellow eyes. To me, he said, "Beware the whispers, for they whisper lies. Do not wrestle with the demons of the dark, Else upon your mind they'll place a mark; Do not listen to the shadows of the deep, Else they haunt you even when you sleep.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

They say that shadows of deceased ghosts Will haunt the houses and the graves about Of such whose life's lamp went untimely out, Delighting still in their forsaken hosts.

It, too, was empty. You might think that would be a given at this hour, but the preserve was a favorite haunt of birdwatchers, and those people are crazy.

The initial trauma of a young child may go underground but it will return to haunt us.

I come home—and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt.

Pero los recuerdos nunca se desvanecen sin más. Permanecen ocultos y nos acechan desde los rincones más oscuros de nuestra mente.

Marley's Ghost bothered him exceedingly.

Something warned me that what I might see would haunt me forever.

Ah, that picture, it will always haunt me," he says, then pauses and smiles his impish grin. "But she never figured out it was a helix."1

Regrets — those ghosts of actions that haunt our thoughts

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

Perhaps telling realistically what slavery was like for slaves is the easy part. After all, slavery as an institution is dead. We have progressed beyond it, so we can acknowledge its evils. Slavery's twin legacies to the present are the social and economic inferiority it conferred upon blacks and the cultural racism it instilled in whites. Both continue to haunt our society. Therefore, treating slavery's enduring legacy is necessarily controversial. Unlike slavery, racism is not over yet.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.

a person can't tame God. He's wild as a lion. He'll haunt you.

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?

You're a ghost! Eddie cried. You're empty and you have nothing inside you.

There were plenty of things I was actually glad I had left unsaid. Still, the comment haunted me. It haunts me today. All the things I wish I had said when I had the chance.

Do you believe in spirits? Or ghosts?...Yes, I do. I believe in ghosts....They're the ones who haunt us. The ones who have left us behind." "Vivian has come back to the idea that the people who matter in our lives stay with us, haunting our ordinary moments. They're with us in the grocery store, as we turn the corner, chat with a friend. They rise up through the pavement; we absorb them through our soles." "The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

You can bury the past but it always seems to come back, one way or another.

That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

I'd heard veteran cops talk about life altering cases. Cases that haunt a cop long after they're closed. I've had cases like that myself. Cases that fundamentally changed me. Changed the way I view people. The way I perceive my job as a cop. The way I see myself. Standing there with the stench of blood filling my nostrils, I know this is going to be one of those cases.

Later these thoughts would come back to haunt me, though I could not have anticipated that your compulsion to manhandle your unruly, misshapen experience into a tidy box, like someone trying to cram a wild tangle of driftwood into a hard-shell Samsonite suitcase, as well as this sincere confusion of the is with the ought to be—your heartrending tendency to mistake what you actually had for what you desperately wanted—would produce such devastating consequences.