Quotes About Ghost

Mrs. Rouncewell holds this opinion because she considers that a family of such antiquity and importance has a right to a ghost. She regards a ghost as one of the privileges of the upper classes, a genteel distinction to which the common people have no claim.

Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after

a family of such antiquity and importance has a right to a ghost.

Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally

London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits

Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally

I have endeavored in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humor with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it. Their faithful Friend and Servant, C.D. December, 1843.

arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of

He then made bold to inquire what business brought him there. 'Your welfare!' said the Ghost. Scrooge expressed himself much obliged, but could not help thinking that a night of unbroken rest would have been more conducive to that end. The Spirit must have heard him thinking, for it said immediately: 'Your reclamation, then.

that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been

and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past

Through the same cold sunlight, colder as the day declines, and through the same sharp wind, sharper as the separate shadows of bare trees gloom together in the woods, and as the Ghost's Walk, touched at the western corner by a pile of fire in the sky, resigns itself to coming night, they drive into the park.

appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages,

Yes. Soften it as they would, their hearts were lighter. The children's faces, hushed and clustered round to hear what they so little understood, were brighter, and it was a happier house for this man's death! The only emotion that the Ghost could show him, caused by the event, was one of pleasure.

Ben öldükten sonra gün gelir, Richmond'daki ye?il alana bakan o, a??rba?l? eski evde bir hortlak türerse, hiç ku?kusuz bu benim hortla??m olacakt?r. Estella orada oturdu?u sürece benim dirliksiz ruhum gece gündüz dinlemeden o eve nas?l da dadanm??t? bilseniz! Kendim nerede olursam olay?m, ruhum her günün her dakikas?nda o evin içinde, rahat yüzü bilmeyerek dönüyor dola??yordu.

It proved a wet, ungenial summer," the future Mary Shelley wrote, "and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house." To entertain themselves, they wrote ghost stories. Mary Shelley's would become Frankenstein.

What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? A moment of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber. A ghost. That's what I am.

My emotions were fast becoming those of a dog, as though, now my search was over, a ghost had been vanquished. The ghost was my humanness. I felt free, free as any bird in the sky. Free to live as a dog. I ran for nearly a day and, when I finally dropped, the last remnants of my old self had been purged.

What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners.

Cos'è uno spettro? [...] Uno che è svanito nell'impalpabilità per morte, per assenza, per cambiamento di usi.

It is quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own father.

He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather.

Lost in his own horrific contemplations... When at the bed's foot, close beside the post, He verily believed he saw—a Ghost!... From every pore distill'd a clammy dew, Quaked every limbe—the candle, too... The room was fill'd with a sulphureous smell, But where that came from Mason could not tell.