Quotes About Ghost

Once in New York, you are sure to be a great success. I know lots of people there who would give a hundred thousand dollars to have a grandfather, and much more than that to have a family ghost.

Además, olvida usted, señor Otis, que el precio que pagó incluía tanto el castillo como el fantasma...

Lord Canterville: I feat that the ghost exists . . . and always makes its appearance before the death of any member of our family. Mr. Otis: Well, so does the family doctor for that matter, Lord Canterville. But there is no such thing, sir, as a ghost, and I guess the laws of Nature are not going to be suspended for the British aristocracy.

But there is no such thing, sir, as a ghost, and I guess the laws of Nature are not going to be suspended for the British aristocracy

My mother once tried to frighten me with an appalling story of a ghost in a dark chamber. I went there immediately, and expressed my disappointment at having missed the ghost. Mother never told me another horror tale. Moral: Look fear in the face and it will cease to trouble you.

I will tell you a few—each one with a moral!" Sri Yukteswar's eyes twinkled with his warning. "My mother once tried to frighten me with an appalling story of a ghost in a dark chamber. I went there immediately, and expressed my disappointment at having missed the ghost. Mother never told me another horror-tale. Moral: Look fear in the face and it will cease to trouble you.

His queen is a ghost of what she must once have been. A pale woman with a perpetual twilight in her eyes, who rarely speaks. But within her silence, she carries like a rich treasure the tales of Serre.

Mary's ghost eventually. It was really all in fun.

How would you know she is a ghost? Many of the living are vague and adrift too, it's not a failing unique to the departed.

As the droplets fell harder across his back and shoulders, he could feel his body disappearing bit by bit into the mist. I am a ghost.

PAHA SAPA PULLS HIS HAND BACK SHARPLY BUT NOT BEFORE HE feels the rattlesnake-strike shock of the dying Wasicun's ghost leaping into his fingers and flowing up his arm and into his chest. The boy lurches back in horror as the ghost burns its way up through his veins and bones like so much surging venom.

You're a ghost! Eddie cried. You're empty and you have nothing inside you.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Maybe that's what a ghost is - a presence of the dead in the dreams of the living.

He turned doctor. One of his first patients was his wife. Possibly he kept her alive. At least, he enabled her to produce life, though he was fifty and she past forty when the son was born. That son grew to manhood among phantoms, and side by side with a ghost.

The lane to the land of the dead. Where you are, my friend. Marie-France, my lady, she prepared this road, but her lord choked her off before I could read the book of her days. Neuro from the nerves, the silver paths. Romancer. Necromancer. I call up the dead. But no, my friend, and the boy did a little dance, brown feet printing the sand, I am the dead, and their land. He laughed. A gull cried, Stay. If your woman is a ghost, she doesn't know it. Neither will you. Neuromancer

I like it. A Silicon Valley ghost story.

Why are we here again?" Derrick asked, his green eyes narrowing into slits. Beads of sweat gathered along the edge of his hair and his hands were trembling. For someone who studied monstrous creatures from the ocean, Derrick seemed surprisingly nervous about the supernatural. Of course, thought Min, if Derrick didn't want to see a vampire squid all he had to do was stay out of the ocean. A ghost could find you anywhere.

Perhaps not passionate but comfortable. We could have gone on like that forever and then you came, the rambling man, with all these expatriate philosophies that we've outgrown ourselves over the past 20 years. This is really not our problem, Dick. You're leading a ghost town life, infecting everyone who comes near you with a ghost disease. Take it back, Dick. We don't need it.

Sometimes Drusilla forgot she was really there, a tangible creature and not some ghost of a memory, drifting about the world, only observing.

I cannot tell why this imaginedDespair has fallen upon me;The ghost of an ancient legendThat will not let me be.

Glad you like it- I don't know what this song is called, but it's probably quite a bit older than we are. The truth is we've got a nostalgic ghost for a DJ around here.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it's ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot. Snow

We sold ourselves for love but now we are free I'm so sorry for that ghost I made you be Only one of us was real and that was me