Quotes About Haunting

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind.

Some ghosts are women. Not angels, but ghosts.

Like many American readers, I was first introduced to Magda Szabo's work when New York Review Books reissued the Hungarian master's profound and haunting novel 'The Door.'

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness

The grass is full of ghost to-night.' 'The whole campus is alive with them.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes...

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. Again

It is, alas, chiefly the evil emotions that are able to leave their photographs on surrounding scenes and objects and whoever heard of a place haunted by a noble deed, or of beautiful and lovely ghosts revisiting the glimpses of the moon?

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

Doesn´t matter who you are or what you believe. Everybody has a ghost story

It is not your memories which haunt you. It is not what you have written down. It is what you have forgotten, what you must forget. What you must go on forgetting all your life. —JAMES FENTON, "A German Requiem

There have been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was, but I hadn't taken any of them. Do I wish now that I had? It's hard to answer that question, as the wraiths move closer.

Sarah's death and how it haunted you, how you were swallowed by your guilt. But your mother was at least partially responsible for how you handled that situation as well. Let's not forget that you were just a kid. With the right guidance, you might have come through that incident better." Jones

A haunting is not what you think, Liz would tell their clients. Places, like people, have memories. Trauma and pain disrupt and change the energy of the ground or the structures. Land, houses: they remember. And, for sensitive people, those memories are communicated in different ways.

When my father died, I waited for a haunting. I prayed for one. But he never came; I think he would have if he could.

They came as quietly as rain, and went away like mists drifting. There were jests about them and songs. And the songs outlasted the jests. At last they became a legend, which haunted those farms for ever: they were spoken of when men told of hopeless quests, and held up to laughter or glory, whichever men had to give. And

he stood behind her, tall and pale, like the ghost of his former self…

Ghosts require ceremony.

The Countess G—— insists upon it that he is a vampire.

Femeia aceasta este într-adev?r frumoas?, dar frumoas? ca o moart?, frumoas? ca o umbr?, frumoas? ca vedeniile ce È›i se arat? în vis; tocmai de aceea mi se pare c-am v?zut-o în vis... È™i am avut vreo dou?-trei visuri însp?imânt?toare în viaÈ›a mea, de care când îmi amintesc îmi înghea?? sângele în vine

She's beginning to wonder if perhaps she's haunting herself.

ghosts are said to move in the corners of human sight.