Quotes About Haunted

She holds on to a rung of the ladder while I tread water a foot or so in front of her. After a few moments, my eyes have adjusted to that I can look into hers. I flash back to Horry and Wendy, looking at each other in this exact spot a few hours ago, this haunted pool that seems to pull dead and buried love to its surface.

I'm definitely not for any haunted houses. They're all scary to me.

I don't like haunted houses or anything like that.

Weird that a house so new could feel haunted, and not in the romantic Victorian-novel way, just really gruesomely, shittily ruined.

I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter. I am haunted by my suspicion that we are furthering the cause of something that deserves to be scrubbed from the face of the earth. I am haunted by the conviction that those bent upon the Lady's eradication are little better than she. I am haunted by the clear knowledge that, in the end, evil always triumphs.

I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter.

I am haunted by the clear knowledge that, in the end, evil always triumphs.

D. felt a little envious of him as he stood there in the yard among the cars — he looked established. Five hundred years of inbreeding had produced him, set him against an exact background, made him at home, and at the same a time haunted — by the vices of ancestors and the tastes of the past.

My theory is that Kurt had a lot of residual pain from his childhood. And when you pile that on top of his experience in World War II - he was in Dresden when it was bombed and saw a city annihilated. When you combine those two things, my impression of Kurt Vonnegut at 84 was that he was a very pained and haunted man.

Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind muttered of things that waited in darkness without hope. To every question the Ghostwood had but one answer, made from sorrow, and loneliness, and time.

Hatred, Jeanette had said, was very akin to love. At the moment he felt neither for Christina. He felt only an unwilling pull toward her, a need to know the woman who had haunted him for longer than ten years, to know what those missing years had held for her, to understand why she had made it impossible for him to ever marry anyone else, to understand why he both dreaded and hoped that his seed, inside her now, had impregnated her and bound them together for life.

For the more haunted among us, only looking back at the past can permit it finally to become past.

I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.

My heart was full of hate and love and regret-all those things that have haunted me ever since.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.? Stephen King, The Shining

A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

The other dogs all slept so peacefully, none of them haunted by ghost-hounds and demon-dogs. It's just me. I'm the only one stupid enough to be fooled by my dreams.

The place I have in mind is always deserted. No one likes to go there. They think the place is haunted by the old king's spirit." "Theseus's warriors fear ghosts?" I wanted to laugh. "Lord Kekrops's ghost is different. He was a dragon from the waist down." I raised my eyebrows. "Better that than from the waist up, I suppose.

Our own era is one haunted by the shadow of futurity, precisely because there is no future.

America is haunted by an apparition steeped in slavery, and I wanted to remind everyone that, 'Yo, we've got to handle this.'

Well. I don't suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can't.

Sometimes I go, 'Wow, this is a director I really, really want to work with,' like David Cronenberg. I haunted David Cronenberg for years before, and then he offered me a role.

My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.

Witch-cursed, legend-haunted Arkham, whose huddled, sagging gambrel roofs and crumbling Georgian balustrades brood out the centuries beside the darkly muttering Miskatonic.