Quotes About Ghost

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

Peter said, Ananias, why hath Satan filled thine heart to lie to the Holy Ghost?... And Ananias hearing these words fell down, and gave up the ghost.

Pou?en svojim dugim iskustvom, ja znam da ona spava u mojoj senci kao u ?udesnom logu iz kog ustaje i javlja mi se neredovno i neo?ekivano, po zakonima kojima je teško uhvatiti kraj. ?udljivo i nepredvidljivo, kako se samo može o?ekivati od stvorenja koje je i žena i avet. I potpuno isto kao sa ženom od krvi i mesa, i sa njom dolaze na mahove u moj život sumnja i nemir i tuga, bez leka i objašnjenja.

When I reflect on my story I seem to exist only as the one who came, the one who witnessed, the one who longed to be gone: a being without substance, a ghost beside the true body of Cruso. Is that the fate of all storytellers?

When my mother was dying in hospital, he thought, when she knew her end was coming, it was not me she looked to but someone who stood behind me: her mother or the ghost of her mother. To me she was a woman but to herself she was still a child calling to her mother to hold her and help her. And her own mother, in the secret life we do not see, was a child too. I come from a line of children without end.

When my mother was dying in hospital, he thought, when she knew her end was coming, it was not me she looked to but someone who stood behind me: her mother or the ghost of her mother. To me she was a woman but to herself she was still a child calling to her mother to hold her hand and help her. And her own mother, in the secret life we do not see, was a child too. I come from a line of children without end.

Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño —dice el niño con voz ronca y medio dormida—. Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño y cayendo. —Déjate caer —le susurra él—. Yo estoy aquí para vigilarte. —¿Soy un fantasma, Simón?

Well . . . the good news in all this, he supposed, was that finding out his former trauma surgeon was a ghost? Barely a blip on his radar. His mind had been blown too many times to count, and like a joint that had been dislocated, it had total and complete freedom of movement. Of course, its functionality was fucked. But who was counting.

When George first told me about the title, I wasn't so sure he was serious," Burtt says. "It seemed like such an extreme-sounding pulp title. But that's what we were making: a big version of those old serials, with names like 'Fate Takes the Wheel' or 'The Crimson Ghost Strikes Out.' 

Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn.

I wasn't scare, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

The trick of functioning with grief is that of remembering and forgetting all at once. Of letting the ghost walk at your side but not block the way.

The uneasy ghost of Marx must suffer the torments of the damned at the truth glaring from the pages of history that one does not abolish property by transferring it to the state.

I was a wrecked thing smeared over with dark finger marks and stuck with shards of nightmare, and I had no right there any more. I moved through my lost life like a ghost, trying not to touch anything with my bleeding hands, and dreamed of learning to sail in a warm place, Bermuda or Bondi, and telling people sweet soft lies about my past.

The Shell The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me.

I might enjoy writing some ghost stories set in Japan because their whole idea about the spirit world is so interesting.

An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.

Revenge is like a ghost... It takes over every man it touches... Its thirst cannot be quenched... Until the last man standing has fallen.

Man need not be degraded to a machine by being denied to be a ghost in a machine.

So that's the ghost you been running from.

Like Clara's, Dawson's ghost was everywhere.