Quotes About Haunting

She has never tried to find out what happened to her family — her mother or her relatives in Ireland. But over and over, Molly begins to understand as she listens to the tapes, Vivian has come back to the idea that the people who matter in our lives stay with us, haunting our most ordinary moments. They're with us in the grocery store, as we turn a corner, chat with a friend. They rise up through the pavement; we absorb them through our soles.

I believe in ghosts. They're the ones who haunt us, the ones who have left us behind. Many times in my life I have felt them around me, observing, witnessing, when no one in the living world knew or cared what happened.

Her absence is a presence, ghostly and haunting, touching all who knew her. It is impossible that she disappeared, inconceivable that she will never return. She is at once nowhere and everywhere, a constant shadow, elusory and insubstantial, her life an unkept promise, a half-remembered dream.

I take you for a girl who's eager to grow unstable at the first indication that things can come back to haunt a person, even after she has given them up for dead.

I thought I could hear movement in the kitchen, perhaps a voice murmuring, but it was a matter of urgency that I should get to sleep before two, the hour at which the drought, the refugee camps, the dying planet and all the faults and meannesses of my character would arrive to haunt me.

You can only take pictures like that if you're able to see ghosts.

Tu nous domines de silence, Tu nous hantes d'éternité.

Ghosts are all around us. Look for them, and you will find them.

The haunting of history is ever present in Barcelona. I see cities as organisms, as living creatures. To me, Madrid is a man and Barcelona is a woman. And it's a woman who's extremely vain.

They say there is always a photographic moment to be seized where the most banal of beings yield up their secret identity. But what is interesting is their secret alterity, and rather than looking for the identity beneath the appearances, we should look for the mask beneath the identity, the figure which haunts us and diverts us from our identities -- the masked divinity which, in effect, haunts each of us for a moment, one day or another.

All ghost stories come to this, she understood. All ghost stories end in one of two ways: You are dead or I am dead . If people only understood this, Portia thought, they would never be frightened, they would only need to ask themselves, Who among us has died? And then she occurred to her that she was the ghost in her story. She had spent years haunting her own life, without ever noticing.

Byron is an atheist and does not believe in life after death. We are haunted by ourselves, he says, and that is enough for any man.

If haunting is anything, perhaps that's what it is; time in the wrong place.

I am on the same plane specific object and free subject but never the two at the same time and always the one haunted by the Other.

New Orleans is kind of dark in a very beautiful way.

For me, I haven't found New Orleans too creepy.

They just … give me the heebie-jeebies, that's all. With their … eyes and paws and … faces.

How has it come to this? Where once my life was populated with the living, now I seem to keep company only with ghosts and ghouls and the like.

Every love story is a ghost story.

I have supped full with horrors.

Despair and die. The ghosts

So many horrid Ghosts.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

To live with ghosts requires solitude. —ANNE MICHAELS, Fugitive Pieces