Quotes About Haunting

Mom has no idea that I want to go to Our Lady of Sorrows just to investigate a haunting. I have a gut feeling I'm going to be an outsider at this school, but that's the price I pay for being a psychic investigator. Like my Master Psychic's Handbook says, "Being a psychic isn't a normal career, like being a doctor or a lawyer. At some point, there may be a price to pay for such an unusual, misunderstood lifestyle.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

You are a ghost. Almost gone. Come back to us.

People across history speak of being haunted by suicides and tempted by them toward the grave.

You say I killed you. Haunt me, then!

You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!

I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

No puedo ni bajar la vista al suelo sin que sus rasgos se dibujen en las baldosas. En cada nube, en cada árbol, colmando el aire nocturno y refulgiendo de día a rachas en cada objeto, me veo continuamente cercado por su imagen. Los rostros más triviales de hombres y mujeres y hasta los propios rasgos de mi cara se burlan de mí, ofreciéndome su parecido. El mundo entero es una atroz colección de testimonios acreditativos de que vivió y de que ya la he perdido.

O brilho dos seus olhos fora substituído por uma suavidade sonhadora e melancólica; eles já não davam a impressão de olhar para os objetos que a rodeavam: pareciam sempre olhar para longe, bem longe — como se fixos fora deste mundo.

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! [...] I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! [...] I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe, I know that ghosts have wanderedon earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

May you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

I am sick of haunting myself from within like an old house. I would be happier as a hunted witch.

Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I "haunt". I must admit that this last word is misleading, tending to establish between certain beings and myself relations that are stranger, more inescapable, more disturbing than I intended. Such a word means much more than it says, makes me, still alive, play a ghostly part, evidently referring to what I must have ceased to be in order to be who I am.

In general, I prefer to record all traumas and save them for later, playing them over and over so they can haunt me for a disproportionate number of weeks to come. It's very healthy.

My sister was a twin, and the other baby died in childbirth, and I was three at the time, and I always kind of thought it haunted me. It was a weird thing. My dad was an ob-gyn, and so it was confusing that the other baby didn't come home from the hospital.

I think that humans have a huge capacity to carry pain and sadness. There are things that haunt us our entire lives; we are unable to let them go. The good times seem almost effervescent and dreamlike in comparison with the times that didn't go so well.

Australia's arid western region, from the town of Alice Springs to the Indian Ocean coast, is a beautiful, haunting, but largely empty land. Dominated by the harsh, almost uninhabited Great Sandy and Gibson deserts, the region is known only to Australian Aborigines, a handful of white settlers, and the few travelers who motor across it.

Prague is a dark place.

I'm very much a bit of a ghost presence.

I don't think they necessarily do nearly as much haunting as people think. If you believe in the Bible, pretty much part of the deal that goes with it is ghosts.