For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.
I was too much taken up with another interest to care; I felt beneath my feet the threshold of the strange door, in my life, which had suddenly been thrown open and out of which came an air of a keenn...
Am I afraid of ghosts? My life experience has taught me to be much more afraid of what a human is capable of in broad daylight than what a ghost is capable of at night.
Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping.
Did you know sometimes it frightens me--when you say my name and I can't see you?will you ever learn to materialize before you speak?impetuous boy, if that's what you really are.how many centuries sin...
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...
The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.
The only way, I thought to myself, that this could get any weirder would be if it turns out he has that dead body's head on ice where in the basement, some ready for transplantation onto Cindy Crawfor...
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...
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...
I've got quite a vivid imagination and I'm easily overwhelmed by sensations and things that are beautiful or scary. I don't think I've ever seen a ghost - I think I'm probably haunted by my own ghosts...
You rile this gal and she'll go wildcat on your ass. Patti (Pat) Canella- Dockland murders/Ghosts of your past.
Twas now the very witching time of night,When churchyards groan, and graves give up their dead,And many a mischievous, enfranchised spriteHad long since burst his bonds of stone or lead,And hurried of...
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.
And maybe that's all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking.
Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.
We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
There such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.
A familiar pang of dread wrapped its icy hand around my heart." Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt