Quotes About Haunting

Black cats can do that to some people: They make them go all shivery and scared and remind them of dark.

If a ghost were to consider climbing in the window, or seeping through the plaster, he might think twice about facing Maria.

In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water, it flows to its own current. If you were to corner it in a dam, true love is so bountiful it would flow over. Even in separation, even in death, it moves and changes. It lives within memory, in the haunting of a touch, the transience of a smell, or the nuance of a sigh. It seeks to leave a trace like a fossil in the sand, a leaf burning into baking asphalt.

To those who believe the dead do not visit them, I say you have cataracts in your soul. I am a man of science, yet I believe in guardian angels and the haunting by ghosts.

With its towering smokestack, it looked like a factory built to produce nightmares in mass quantities.

Bing," Manx said, "I thought I told you to put Mr. and Mrs. de Zoet in the spare room!" "Well," Bing said, "they aren't hurting anyone." "No. Of course they're not hurting anyone. They're dead! But that's no reason to have them underfoot either!

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

By sanctifying History in order to discredit God, Marxism has merely rendered Him more peculiar and more haunting. You can stifle every impulse in humanity except the need for an Absolute, which will survive the destruction of temples and even the disappearance of religion on earth. The core of the Russian people being religious, they will inevitably gain the upper hand...

The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

The spectre of alternative truth – highly organised, large-scale lies – that haunts the establishment today was heralded by the normalisation of shamelessness.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

The breath of dying lilies haunted the twilight air.

High above our heads the owl hoots under the lost moon. A pre-dawn wind comes sifting and sighing through the cottonwood trees; the sound of their dry, papery leaves is like the murmur of distant water, or like the whispering of ghosts in an ancient, empty, condemned cathedral.

Werner thinks of her, whether he wishes to or not. Girl with a cane, girl in a gray dress, girl made of mist. That air of otherworldliness in the snarls of her hair and the fearlessness of her step. She takes up residence inside him, a living doppelgänger to face down the dead Viennese girl who haunts him every night.

leafless trees stand atop slag heaps like skeleton hands shoved up from the underworld.

There was something wrong about the house in Eastfield Terrace. Something unpleasant.

I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.

It had all happened in that moment, when he'd met her eyes and, like a mystic, seemed to see her past and future. Her past was haunting, marked by bottomless wounds, and the future was terrifying because it included him.

And if any landscape can provide darkness, with a very real hint of menace, it is most surely the Fens.

If you've ever been there, you've never forgotten. The feeling is as haunting and familiar as the smell of a junior high school locker room.

You are so vulnerably haunting; Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

We move through each other's lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed.