You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom, and I still believe that that's something worth fighting for.
An eerie feeling plagued the back of her mind, insisting that a supernatural force was within the room, or worse, within her!
(a.) Being beyond, or exceeding, the power or laws of nature; miraculous.
The poet or the story-teller who cannot give the reader a little ghostly pleasure at times never can be either a really great writer or a great thinker.
Anyone who has experienced a strange episode in their life that defies all present scientific knowledge can appreciate the limits of human knowledge. There's nothing like such an event to make you kee...
A little of God will not move the hand of God.
At root, what unites us are our unproven irrational beliefs of one kind or another in non-material dimensions of reality, inhabited by incorporeal beings that interact with us and frame our destiny in...
I am perfectly sane. But then again, 94% of psychotics think they are perfectly sane. So we have to ask ourselves, what is sane?
Listen to the beat of your soul~Soul Eater
I wish to confound all these people, to create a work of art of a supernatural realism and of a spiritualist naturalism. I wish to prove... that nothing is explained in the mysteries which surround us...
Writing poetry is supernatural. Or, it should be.
Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.
The British call junzi a "gentleman," no surprise. The Americans have no gentlemen, so they translate junzi as "the superior man." The Germans have no gentlemen either, and "superior man" is reserved,...
To be without supernatural infusion of divine love and light is to have lost the glory
Dreams link us to those who have already left this life.
Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.
I think locality exercises strange influence over some minds. The peaceful meadow-scenery holds no lurking horrors in its bosom, but in the lonesome moorlands, full of curiously molded boulders, grote...
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'm going to take care of you. I gotcha. Because that's my job, right? Taking care of my pain in the ass little brother.
All that Delaura noticed, though, was the uproarious crowing of the roosters.
Kids aint supposed to be grateful! They're supposed to eat your food, break your heart.