Quotes About Ghost

On the sets, I used to scare people. I team up with my level of people and sometimes do spooky things. I've inherited this from my mother, as she used to scare my neighbours by dressing up like a ghost.

No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.

Christianity is a religion built around a father Who does not rescue his son. It is the story Of a son whose father is a ghost.

I seen ghost dogs," she asserted. "Them dogs don't bark. Don't never know where they be hiding. You be looking at a ghost dog and you blink your eyes and they gone. Ghost dogs always coming around when somebody passes on. Babies, your daddy's gone changed on account of that ghost dog. Where that dog now? That dog ain't nowhere around. That dog with your daddy. That dog done took Mr. Sam off somewheres.

I loved the idea of the Nerd as Hero, which Ghost World also had.

My nickname at school was Casper.

So that's the ghost you been running from. You know, the ghost, the memory. I been watchin' you, workin' day and night, slavin' so hard you barely breath. People do that for three reasons. Either they crazy, or stupid, or tryin' to forget. And with you, I knew you were tryin' to forget. I just didn't know what. - Gus

They don't know that I'm dead, and my ghost is holding on.

What was exorcised was the Machine not the Ghost.

Okay, you're right about that. But this whole ghost thing's irritating. Park benches are irritating to you in some moods. Depends on whether or not I want to sit down.

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

You're seriously talking about a ghost. This building - or parts of it - has been here for two and a half centuries. It would strike me odder if there wasn't a ghost. Not everything, everyone, leaves.

I tried dressing him as an angel. While I was putting my fairy costume on, he ate his halo. Then I found the perfect costume for my small red puppy. Clifford was the littlest ghost I had ever seen.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

The tunnel became the place of dares:Kids said that if you walked the tunnel at midnight, you might hear a train whistle, and if you didn't run the half-mile length of darkness at top speed, the conductor would ride along in his ghost train and- Choo-choo, chopity-chop. Cut your head off too.

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

most words for ghost are pieces of mica that carefully layered will make a window out of fire. It's cold and the faces at the window do what faces usually do they open onto a genetic history that looks up suddenly and it's the eyes everyone says you can't say that's not alive

Or a ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time, an electrical storm in a jewelry box, grief perfectly aligned. And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing; sometimes the entire population of a city or country will just happen to look in the mirror at the same time, and from then on there was a city in the sky, as all cities are if we consider that the sky reaches to the ground, and this city, too, thought it was alive, and the candles walked off by themselves.

To follow the Silk Road is to follow a ghost. It flows through the heart of Asia, but it has officially vanished leaving behind the pattern of its restlessness: counterfeit boarders, unmapped peoples. The road forks and wanders wherever you are. It is not a single way, but many: a web of choices.

America was a ghost in the darkness

often she had seemed to herself to be moving among those vanished figures of old books and pictures, an invisible ghost among the living, better acquainted with them than with her own friends. she very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being, with a future of her own.

I come home—and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt.

The ghost of a roar of laughter came out to them, and was drowned at once in the wind.

It had seemed so safe, thinking of her. Ghost, air, nothingness, a thing you could play with easily and safely at any time of day or night, she had been that...Suddenly, the empty drawing-room steps, the frill of the chair inside, the puppy tumbling on the terrace, the whole wave and whisper of the garden became like curves and arabesques flourishing round a centre of complete nothingness.