Quotes About Ghost

You tell me about your ghost," she said. "And I'ss tell you about mine.

She only hoped, and her hope was slender- a wisp of hope, a ghost.

This alter-electorate was prepared to exact not revenge but absorption. It was a swallowing of the conservative beast with a maw of injustice, disparity, and want. They were over, the white conservatives, this ghost ship notwithstanding

Quebec from the boat looked like the ramparts where Hamlet's ghost might have walked.

What we've got here is a lunatic genius ghost-in-the-computer monorail that likes riddles and goes faster than the speed of sound. Welcome to the fantasy version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... you know, better.""Define BETTER with that guy.""Not all fangs and raaaaar.

Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?"Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd . . . prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.

Analysis is soul of thought and ghost of wit.

For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

In an early photograph I have, part of the town goes up in flames – a premonition from the 1880s. A group of women, corseted, skirts infested with lace, watch from behind a buckboard as ash flings itself into the sky. To the right the blur of a girl rushes away like a ghost. No face. Hardly a form. Just a hat and a dress, and news of a fire, though no one is alive who knows her name.

Sure good is good, but good is something that nobody know. Good is a ghost. You can't get pocket money from good. Jamaica better off bad, because that type of bad work.

You are so right, my love, she thought in wild despair. No man, no king, no ghost is strong enough to come between us; only the indominable splendor of your honor, your pride, and your passion can accomplish that.

But this wasn't a memory ghost/hallucination, which meant it was still a statistically unlikely coincidence, and that was Ã¢â'¬Â¦ statistically unlikely.

God the Father for discipline, God the Son for mercy, God the Holy Ghost for mystery

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

She had seen, at last, her real enemy. Not the terrible old woman on the black horse; she could be terrible only because of him, the glowing ghost, the lion-maned head on the silver drachmas, directing her fate from his golden bier.

Her mind felt loud, like a Sturm und Drang symphony, as if the ghost of a German composer was trapped inside her mind, conjuring chaos and intensity.

The sense of being physically empty, of dissolving, of being a ghost whose existence was sourced by electric anxiety. And it became hard to breathe. The air thinned. It took massive concentration just to keep control of my breathing.

wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

What you going to do?" she cried. "You break my neck, and the what? You think I won't come back and haunt you? Go ahead! Make me a ghost! See what that gets you.

If i cherish you because I hold you dear, because in you my heart finds nourishment, my need satisfaction, then it is not done for the sake of a higher essence whose hallowed body you are, not on account of my beholding in you a ghost, an appearing spirit, but from egoistic pleasure; you yourself with *your* essence are valuable to me.

Man has not really vanquished shamanism and its spooks till he possesses the strength to lay aside not only the belief in ghost or in spirits, but also the belief in the spirit

I won't let you haunt me like a ghost. You'll always be standing between these hills, like the moon, like the river, like an alem on a minaret, like a shining apparition. You've filled this place with yourself, like a mirror, filled it with fragrance