Quotes About Haunted

Too many whites, he said, were "haunted with the idea, that to invest the colored race with equal rights is dangerous to the rights of white men." Such a "mischievous heresy" had for far too long paralyzed history.

She sensed in him loneliness, hunger for the sound of a voice. She had heard her uncle speak of the loneliness of lonely camp-fires and how all men working or hiding or lost in the wilderness would see sweet faces in the embers and be haunted by soft voices.

Strangely it came to Gale then that he was glad. Yaqui had returned to his own — the great spaces, the desolation, the solitude — to the trails he had trodden when a child, trails haunted now by ghosts of his people, and ever by his gods. Gale realized that in the Yaqui he had known the spirit of the desert, that this spirit had claimed all which was wild and primitive in him.

A house with old furniture has no need of ghosts to be haunted.

It's what everyone wants when they're breaking someone's heart: to be rid of the person and yet absolved of guilt, of the unhappiness they've caused. They want their rationalizations heard and gulped up by the wronged, and they want their victims to go away, peacefully. To never be haunted again.

I was struck by the ancient, pagan feel of the place. New Orleans doesn't feel like any other American city I've been to. It has an atmosphere like Rome or Istanbul, a sense of the veil being very thin between this world and the world of the fictional and the dead. It is an eerie, haunted, and beautiful place - as any port should be.

I stood on the street, staring up at the most normal-looking house in the world. My house. I'd lived there my entire life. It was home. It was safe. It was haunted. The only other explanation was that I was demented. I couldn't say which I was rooting for.

I discovered Los Angeles in the late '90s. The city was not at its best at the time, but I fell for it right away. There is something almost haunted about it, a vibrant mythology I find rather inspiring.

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft charms, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.

I'd had a key to the marina's locks at one time, but I'd lost track of it when I got shot, drowned, died, got revived into a coma, haunted my friends for a while, and then woke up in Mab's bed. (My life. Hell's bells.)

For years now I've found the Earth haunted. Azoological beasts rage in untraceable configurations. They're called governments. Wounds made that never heal on every acre and covered with the scar tissue of our living existence. The argument at bedrock: I don't want to live on Earth but I don't want to die.

Why have we made a folk hero of a man who is the antithesis of all our official heroes, a haunted millionaire out of the West, trailing a legend of desperation and power and white sneakers? But then we have always done that. Our favorite people and our favorite stories become so not by any inherent virtue, but because they illustrate something deep in the grain, something unadmitted.

I am haunted by the demon of error - error in determining guilt and error in determining who among the guilty deserves to die.

liked to tell me ghost stories that happened here. He said ghosts walked the halls at night, clanking their chains." Robby shook his head. "Why do ghosts always have to clank chains?" he said. "If they are ghosts, couldn't they just slip out of their chains?

Have a haunted haunted Christmas, And a scary New Year's, too. Have a haunted haunted Christmas, And to one and all say, BOO.

Always as lovely as any woman in any magazine, as any TV star of whom millions were enamored, she had lately looked thin and drawn. Even the evident weariness and the crescents of darkness like fading bruises around her eyes did not detract from her appearance. In fact, they suggested that she was tenderhearted and haunted by some terrible loss, that her pain, like the pain endured by a martyr, was beautiful, which then made her face yet more beautiful than it had been before.

Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing. Any library is filled with them. I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, still lively as ever in their winding sheet of words.

The memory of that sort of wish--the bone-deep need to have contact of any sort, a longing that harrowed the soul, a hollowness that could not be filled--struck me so hard that I couldn't speak. Jamie had haunted me--in spite of all my efforts to immerse myself in the life I had. Would I have found the strength to come back, if he hadn't remained as a constant presence in my heart, in my dreams?

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and remembered nightmares.

People tend to think of the soul as a man-shaped thing composed of a vague ghostlike substance. In reality it's more like some God-almighty haunted house, in which the rooms are constantly shifting, moving, and reconfiguring themselves.

When I wrote the eight fairy tales that appear in 'Horse, Flower, Bird' I was working toward a completely new form of artistic expression, trying to create a new kind of tale that also felt vintage: innocent and childlike, but haunted. I tried to write a picture-less picture book.

You are not there, Father," I cried. "I wake up at Gaudlin Hall, I spend most of my day there, I sleep there at night. And throughout it all there is but one thought running through my mind." "And that is?" "This house is haunted.

I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.