Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology.
We are all ghosts, Morris Klapper said at last. We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratc...
I Only Speak in Blood. . .
Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night
For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.
We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
I smile, comforted by the knowledge that I am not alone. That I haven't been left behind. That when everyone else moves on, when they find new lives and loves and joys, it just might be alright to sta...
Man has not really vanquished Shamanism and its spooks till he possesses the strength to lay aside not only the belief in ghosts or in spirits, but also the belief in the spirit.
He was trying to tell me something.Derek snorted. Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement.
I wasn't trying to reach England. Or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected...
I don't believe in ghosts but they blindly believe in me
GhostsTake shape under moonlight,materialize in dreams.Shadows. Silhouettesof what is no more. Butghosts don'tbother me. The day bringsbigger things to worry aboutthan flimsy remains ofyesterday. No,...
You rile this gal and she'll go wildcat on your ass. Patti (Pat) Canella- Dockland murders/Ghosts of your past.
The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.
Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.
Did you ever feel a creeping,That awoke you from your sleeping,That made your pulses flutter and bristled all your hair;While a horrid stealthy crawlingPrevented you from calling,And something seemed...
When life is forgiving enough to bless you with a minute, a second, of happiness, there's nothing to do but savor the moment, however odd or unexpected or foolish the source might be.Because who knows...
A familiar pang of dread wrapped its icy hand around my heart." Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt
I have emotionsthat are like newspapers thatread themselves.I go for days at a timetrapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an adfor the sale of a haunted house:18 rooms$37,000I'm yoursghosts and all...
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