Quotes About Haunting

The ghosts didn't stand a chance. They were probably cold too.

I opened my door and everything they had for me was tainted because the land of Used-to-Be is just full of ghosts starving for your breath.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

Wake him or put a bullet through his brain. No one will protest. Or leave him—but I suggest choosing, my dear. I have learned it is best to be haunted by one's actions rather than one's lack of them.

Old books are leather-bound ghosts.

Probably the scariest thing about cemeteries is that music they play in your head when you drive by one.

The spirits of the dead hallow a house, for me.

Un fantasma è l'anima d'un morto che non sa d'essere morto.

during the forthcoming even emptier years, she would still be there, a haunting vision of the other half of life, the womanliness, the caretaking symbol, the majestic, lovely, receptive other half.

Looking back, I know that the man possessed no gift of prophecy; he simply worked to assure his own future, while I skated uncertainly toward mine. It was his flat-voiced Cherchez la femme that still haunts me. Because our partnership was nothing but a bungling road to the Dahlia. And in the end, she was to own the two of us completely.

In regards to The Haunting, people compared it to the old movie, which is unfair. We didn't have the rights to the movie. I couldn't duplicate a single thing because that would have been legal infringement.

I find Nevada to be extremely spooky.

I loved anything spooky, mysterious, or frightening.

I sleepwalk and scare people. It's actually very spooky.

I knew then, looking up at him, that I had been deceiving myself, calling this feeling by any name but love. Lust for the beautiful animal who had seduced me, fear of the vicious tyrant, compassion for the haunted man who cried like a lost child in my arms—they were only part of what I felt for him.

I heard nothing, but ever more clearly as the light of the half-moon grew sharper, I thought I could make out a dark shape, and soon, as it came nearer, I saw it. It sat on a horse, a high-boned, haggard white horse. A dark mantle fluttered across the figure's shoulders, and as he flew past, two burning eyes stared at me out of a pale face.

Yet even in the loneliness of the canyon I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as "our brothers' keepers," possessed of one of the oldest and possibly one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting of instincts. It will not let us go.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

Her haunting me. The way a song stays in your head. The way you think life should be. How anything holds your attention. How your past goes with you into every day of your future.

I imagined that the building carried the sadness of the women who'd been trapped there...I didn't see them--there was no visible mass of ghosts peering out of the hollowed windows--but I couldn't help but feel they marked the territory.

Stern and white as a tomb, older than the memory of the dead, and built by men or devils beyond the recording of myth, is the mansion in which we dwell.

There was a memory and a promise of blood in the air.

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

Houses weren't haunted, only human minds.