Quotes About Ghost

No way! Everyone knows he's in love with that Raven girl. But get this. I saw that ghost guy at the movies last Friday. Alone. Who goes to a movie by himself?" "Only a loony loser crazy person," Josie said.

There is no physical method of combating a ghost which can result in his discomfiture, so I resolved to try the intellectual.

Is it possible for a ghost to have a baby?

Now, as a ghost, of course I am invisible, but when I wish for information I have the power of investing myself with the outward appearance of an intelligent stranger, and of assuming the language of the country in which I am sojourning. People who would naturally be shy of a Greek-speaking ghost, might have no objection to impart information to a quiet looking stranger dressed in black, and indulging in broken English.

A noise came from the upstairs hall; I heard the bookshelves fall. A ghost was reading poetry to entertain us all.

In a ghost story, usually you've got to hang on until daylight, and you'll be alright. But if daylight's four months away, then you have a problem.

My genuine passion for dance was born watching Ballet Rambert perform Christopher Bruce's harrowing 'Ghost Dances.'

I have never yet heard of a murderer who was not afraid of a ghost.

A ghost grew out of the shadowy air, And sat in the midst of her moony hair. In her gleamy hair she sat and wept; In the dreamful moon they lay and slept; The shadows above, and the bodies below, Lay and slept in the moonbeams slow. And she sang, like the moan of an autumn wind Over the stubble left behind.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.

Curiously, the chiming of the hour seemed to have put new heart into him. He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.

Era como un fantasma solitario diciendo una verdad que nadie oiría nunca.

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. (To Science)

Bruges had the air of a ghost town. The high towers, the trees along the canals withdrew, absorbed by the same muslin: impenetrable fog with not a single rift. Even the carillon seemed to have to escape, to force its way out of a prison yard filled with cotton wool to be free in the air, to reach the gables over which, every quarter of an hour, the bells poured, like falling leaves, a melancholy autumn of music.

One or two of the villagers have seen it, too, though not as clearly as he did. Old Buttermere said it was a white thing, that glided over the ground, and vanished into the shrubbery.' 'And a very good place for it to vanish, too,' said Hugo, wholly unimpressed. 'Give me a sheet, and a night without too much moonlight, and I'll engage to do the same!

even if there is a ghost it cannot possibly be more disagreeable to live with than your grandfather

If I were you, I'd put up that pistol, Mr. Ottershaw,' said Hugo. 'Were you meaning to challenge the ghost with it? You'd catch cold if you did, you know. It's no crime that I ever heard of to caper about rigged up as a boggard.

Grandfather, there's something we want to talk to you about." Grandfather looked concerned. "There's nothing wrong, is there?" "It's about the Roth house," Benny said. "It's a funny house." "Funny?" Grandfather asked. "Well," Violet began. "Benny is right. There are funny things in the house and funny people outside the house." The Mystery of the Singing Ghost

Benny sat on the floor next to Mrs. Collins and said, "Would you come and visit us sometime? I'd like to show you our boxcar. You know we ran away once, too." Mrs. Collins smiled. "Benny, I would love to visit you and to hear about your adventures." "We've had lots of them," Violet said. "But you know, I think this one was the best." The Mystery of the Singing Ghost

When you ghost hunt, you kind of time travel: you get that residue of the past.

'Ghost Canoe' takes place on the storm-tossed tip of Washington's Olympic Peninsula, where I spent a lot of time hiking and exploring.

Ghost stories belong to the middle-aged, thought it's always the young who play the dramas.

You might not notice the moon very much. White and silent, it shines a cold light that is merely a ghost of the beloved day.

I was angry at the ghost for months, would shout at it to stop trying to scare me. Now I understand it's just lonely.