Quotes About Haunting

Images have always been a form of haunting, but when film arrived it became possible to see the dead walking and talking, something previously only conceivable in the realms of witchcraft and myth, and though film has never lost its trace of the occult we have always attempted to tame, control or disguise it.

As I was walking up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish he'd go away.

If you don't mind haunting the margins, I think there is more freedom there.

Doors in the home would suddenly open and close with great force for no apparent reason.

If I trample something critical, the patient may awaken lacking a vital memory. That one where they gazed into the sky as a child wondering how a star might taste, settling on breathtaking wintergreen. The smell of their newborn daughter's scalp, or that haunting tingle on their lips following their first kiss.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

This house…she hated this house and all of the ghosts and pain that were trapped within its walls. Trapped, just as she was.

What ghosts I have I won't or can't give up. Impossible

As I got older, I got more Victorian and morbid. I got into things that circled around death, like skulls or morgue photographs or handwritten diaries. They can be almost haunted with all this history, and you project onto it and then it gets onto you.

Memories are the enemies that never die...

Et ça jaillit comme dans un cauchemar, je dégueule des litres de vodka, des litres de champagne, mes illusions perdues, les fantômes qui me hantent, et ça gicle sur le bitume noir avec un bruit d'explosion liquide et sale qui se répercute dans ma tête comme la sentence fatale de mon indignité.

We have no control over what haunts us. We're helpless to it.

Some things should hurt. Some things should leave you with scars. Some things should haunt your nightmares. Some things should be burned into memory. Because that was the only way to make sure that they would be fought. It was the only way to face them. It was the only way to cast down the future agents of death and havoc before they could bring things to this. The words never again mean more to some people than others.

a door standing open that shouldn't be; a shadow on the floor with no source to cast it; a cat purring and rubbing up against a favorite person—who isn't there.

We think of life as solid and are haunted when time tells us it is a fluid. Old Heraclitus couldn't have stepped in the same river once, let alone twice.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

I just can't get that monster out of my mind.

The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do.

It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

I think...she said finally, that all of us have got our ghosts.

Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter's mouth.

It was a trivial secret, but one I would remember as vividly as my feeling that while some people are haunted by the dead, others are haunted by the living.

All of us who are living are dying. The only ones not dying are the dead. To live was to be haunted by the inevitability of one's own decay, and to be dead was to be haunted by the memory of living.

To live was to be haunted by the inevitability of one's own decay, and to be dead was to be haunted by the memory of living.