Quotes About Haunting

One day they would need to have the discussion about how long mourning lasts, how long the dead are allowed to haunt us.

All cultures have had a belief in ghosts and a fear of ghosts. People have always told stories, and everybody likes being frightened, especially when you feel safe. Personally, I find them scarier than vampires or zombies.

This ghost was the ship.

What do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.

Sometimes a disappearance can be more haunting than an apparition.

'Seconds' is all about spaces, and I guess spaces are kind of like people in that they can be haunting and alluring before we even really get to know them, and after prolonged exposure, they can become mundane or oppressive.

Whose are all these ghosts?" she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. "Oh, " said Geraldine, "I think they might be mine...?

You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghostlike, the spot where some great and marked event has given the color to their lifetime; and still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

Tell him he has murdered me! Tell him that I'll haunt him!

Así, antes que nadie, el huésped que visita todas las moradas humanas, la muerte, franqueó el umbral de La casa de los siete Tejados.

l'âme d'un vieux poëte erre dans la gouttière avé la triste voix d'un fantôme frileux

my blood is soiled and a dark angel sits in my brain

The dead were too ...present.

My presence scared them. I reminded them of the one thing in the world we want most to forget.

And she did not weep for herself, but for him: the hour after his birth she had looked in his dark eyes and had seen something that would brood there eternally, she knew, unfathomable wells of remote and intangible loneliness: she knew that in her dark and sorrowful womb a stranger had come to life, fed by the lost communications of eternity, his own ghost, haunter of his own house, lonely to himself and to the world. O lost.

And this haunting and lonely memory is due probably to the combination of two things: the ghastly imitation of swarming life and metropolitan gaiety in the scene, and the almost total absence of life itself.

A hundred stories [...] Ghosts rising from the dead. Ghosts behind you and in front of you and inside you.

They all carried ghosts.

then sang a musical version of the Lord's Prayer in a wavering, contralto voice with bluesy quarter-tone inflections. It was strange, haunting, beautiful. Even