Quotes About Haunting

I have heard African lions roar and the hacksaw cough of leopards just outside my safari tent, but neither of these is as haunting, as unsettling, as the savage symphony of gray wolves on a cold, still, northern night.

White as ash, her face, but ashes hold the phantoms of fires.

What the devil are you doing here?" continued the earl, his customary good manners quite banished by the shock of seeing this girl whose treachery had not prevented her from haunting his dreams, sleeping and waking, ever since she had gone.

There are certain images that always haunt me.

It was my husband who had to open all the baby shower gifts which were haunting me in their candy-colored gift wrap - thank you notes demanding to be written.

Maven is very much a haunting presence in 'Glass Sword.' His influence is everywhere, and he dogs Mare and Cal like no other. He's my favorite character to write because he's so complex, but also because he affects everyone else so deeply. He's kind of like the source of gravity. Everyone moves around him and what he's done.

I always write about the things that haunt me, the questions I have.

I think every writer has a book that haunts them, and on some level, every book you write is a reaction to it. 'Lolita' is that book for me. Nabokov's love of wordplay, descriptive detail, artfully complex plots, and his themes of obsession and lost love, are inspiring.

I don't want them to read what I'm writing and say, 'I think that's right,' and agree with me. I want them to read something and then walk away and be haunted by it.

Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

Sounds—possibly musical—heard in the night from other worlds or realms of being.

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

I could tell I was at the gateway of a region half-bewitched through the piling-up of unbroken time-accumulations; a region where old, strange things have had a chance to grow and linger because they have never been stirred up.

From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came

he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion.

I could tell that I was at the gateway of a region half-bewitched through the piling-up of unbroken time-accumulations; a region where old, strange things have had a chance to grow and linger because they have never been stirred up.

The Picture in the House * * * * * Written: December 12th 1920 First Published in The National Amateur, Vol. 41, No. 6 (July 1919)

The trees near it were sickly and stunted, and many dead trunks stood or lay rotting at the rim.

When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed.

La puerta de piedra, tan pesada como imponente, cuelga de oxidados goznes de hierro, y se ofrece entornada de un modo sorprendente y siniestro, merced a gruesas cadenas y grandes candados, siguiendo un rudo hábito de hace medio siglo.

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream. It

But the past is like a shadow, always trying to catch up.

I was on Kanye's Yeezus tour as a dancer, but really, I was a Vanessa Beecroft model. I was one of the three 'dancers' who couldn't dance and was more of an accessory than an individual. Vanessa was pretty involved. Her style is about a lot of standing. It's very simple but haunting.

Even in my hometown of Linkoping where I grew up... the church we had was very lavish - very boasty. So it ticked most of the boxes of big, imposing Christianity. And I love being there if I'm in town... because it's just this haunting place.