Quotes About Ghost

Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,(If our loves remain)In an English lane.

A ghost who has only a lay knowledge of the subject will be able to keep asking the same questions as the lay reader, and will therefore open up the potential readership of the book to a much wider audience.

Have I told you about Christ? Ghost-born-man-walking-on-water-telling-stories-dead-on-tree.

It was the ghost of rationality itself ... This is the ghost of normal everyday assumptions which declares that the ultimate purpose of life, which is to keep alive, is impossible, but that this is the ultimate purpose of life anyway, so that great minds struggle to cure diseases so that people may live longer, but only madmen ask why. One lives longer in order that he may live longer. There is no other purpose. That is what the ghost says.

a ghost which calls itself rationality but whose appearance is that of incoherence and meaninglessness, which causes the most normal of everyday acts to seem slightly mad because of their irrelevance to anything else.

This is the ghost of normal everyday assumptions which declares that the ultimate purpose of life, which is to keep alive, is impossible, but that this is the ultimate purpose of life anyway, so that great minds struggle to cure diseases so that people may live longer, but only madmen ask why. One lives longer in order that he may live longer. There is no other purpose. That is what the ghost says.

The cool breeze caresses the back of my neck. I take one of the grips out of my mouth and anchor it through a handful of curls; I'm just about to do the same with the other one when a shadow moves behind a white fall of muslin like a ghost, one long-fingered hand, ringed with silver, reaching up to pull back the curtain. It's Luca.

The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism

They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.

The body without the spirit is a corpse; the spirit without the body is a ghost.

J.Lo looked miserable. You wouldn't think you could tell that when a person's wearing a ghost suit, but you can.

It is pathetic, though. Is it not? You and I, both in pursuit of a ghost

Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.

Kenangan itu adalah hantu di sudut pikir. Selama kita cuma diam dan nggak berbuat apa-apa, selamanya dia tetap jadi hantu.

a phantasm, a pink-palmed jinn, a ghost from one of the drowned cities.

She said to herself: 'Is not the gown the natural raiment of extremity? What nation, what religion, what ghost, what dream has not worn it—infants, angels, priests, the dead; why—should not the doctor, in the grave dilemma of his alchemy, wear his dress?' She thought: 'He dresses to lie beside himself, who is so constructed that love, for him, can be only something special; in a room that giving back evidence of his occupancy, is as mauled as the last agony.

Because he knows that the ghost has come back. And with it, the monster.

Beyond that he was a ghost of Uganda; in this nation of his birth he was under a death sentence for the simple crime of having lived. And he was the ghost of his father's dream of security and continuity, there was no security, and this age was the enemy of continuity. Every man stands on the freight-car roof. We fall and fall, our feet planted on the solid surface, and the only question is how long before we hit.

Now a Protestant confronting a Catholic ghost is exactly Shakespeare's way of grappling with what was not simply a general social problem but one lived out in his own life.

Yes, well, today you'd make a really great Moaning Myrtle.

I've been writing more songs in my head," he said, "about being a ghost and a shade." His face turned smooth and solemn. "How I'd die all over again just to touch you.

I have a boyfriend who's a ghost, I thought. Of course I'm living in a dreamworld.

Run" was a song about grasping for happiness just out of reach, about endless, temporary good-byes. A song only a ghost should sing.

Exaltation? Well, bliss. An obscure sensation, it touched me lightly, the ghost, perhaps, of some former bliss. There is certainly nothing in this room to account for it, so it must have been something outside it, but visible from it.