Quotes About Haunting

The future is built on the ruins of the past and inhabited by its ghosts.

Whatever has happened, there is always that magic winter haunting and hurting me with its marvelous echoes. The shortest days of the year, when nothing had begun and nothing had ended, all the roads of life were alive, and time beat round me like a heart.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Time has ghosts. That's what time is: the ghost of every instant passed, haunting the potential of every moment to come.

We think of Rome as an empire in a way that we do not use for other nations. The others are pretenders. Rome stands alone. Throughout Europe, North Africa, and the Near East its wreckage still draws the traveler and speaks a message that is haunting: this was imperial, this was lasting, this is gone.

As a kid, I was obsessed with myths and legends and the haunting beauty of gothic stories.

Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement.

Chicago has a strange metaphysical elegance of death about it.

In the late nineties, Katy Grannan began making haunting photographs of people who had extraordinary inner yens to be seen by strangers.

There are worse things than death in this town and they're usually standing a few inches behind you, ready to reach out and grab you when you least expect it.

I am haunted by every person I have ever loved.

No one escapes being haunted by something that absolutely terrifies them to the core, but very few feel it's okay to admit what it is that haunts us.

Además, olvida usted, señor Otis, que el precio que pagó incluía tanto el castillo como el fantasma...

One of the greatest tragedies of my life is the death of Lucien de Rubempré… It haunts me in my moments of pleasure. I remember it when I laugh.

His queen is a ghost of what she must once have been. A pale woman with a perpetual twilight in her eyes, who rarely speaks. But within her silence, she carries like a rich treasure the tales of Serre.

As the droplets fell harder across his back and shoulders, he could feel his body disappearing bit by bit into the mist. I am a ghost.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

Maybe that's what a ghost is - a presence of the dead in the dreams of the living.

I have heard, as everybody else has, of a spirit's haunting a house ; but I have had my own personal experience of a house's haunting a spirit.

There was something terrible in me sometimes at night I could see it grinning at me I could see it through them grinning at me through their faces it's gone now and I'm sick

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. A moment recurs. We were

I like it. A Silicon Valley ghost story.

There had stood a great house in the centre of the gardens, where now was left only that fragment of ruin. This house had been empty for a great while; years before his—the ancient man's—birth. It was a place shunned by the people of the village, as it had been shunned by their fathers before them. There were many things said about it, and all were of evil. No one ever went near it, either by day or night. In the village it was a synonym of all that is unholy and dreadful.

But that is the way with killers, I suppose. What is the end of all innocence for you is just another Tuesday morning for them, and they walk off back to their planet of death giving no more thought to the world of the living that we would give to any other tourist destination: a place to be briefly visited and returned from with souvenirs and a haunting sensation that we could have paid less for them.