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Old ghosts, the shadows of might-have-beens.
another freaking ghost hurt me.
Ghosts have a way of misleading you; they can make your thoughts as heavy as branches after a storm.
Ghost: Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
Ghosts," Doktor Messerli continued, "aren't always the spirits of the human dead bound to the earth. A ghost can be the residual feeling that follows an act you have accomplished but feel bad about. Or the act itself. Something you've been or done that you cannot escape.
All my life, I never realized you could have a conversation with a ghost.
I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I'm no spirit or demon. I'm nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll die.
I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and remembered nightmares.
I think it's your own ghost, seeing the work and just thinking if it will be okay to leave that around.
I hope I'm the ghost that belongs to her.
No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.
Ghosts are said to move in the corners of human sight.
Does one ever see any ghost that is not oneself?
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 crawling
Prevented you from calling,
And something seemed to tell you that a ghost was coming there?
You are a ghost. Filled with stardust, wearing the bones as the shield and the skin as the cape. Fighting every day and opening up for the new wounds in the hustle of hiding the old scars.
Go away, little ghost. Go haunt someone else.
Ghosts are those memories that are too strong to be forgotten for good, echoing across the years and refusing to be obliterated by time.
I've actually seen a ghost, so I know they're really around.
In this worldly life, one is possessed by the three ghosts of the mind, speech and the body.
Watch your pets eyes they can see the ghosts all around you.
If we meet in person, then you can't call me Ghost anymore. I won't be a ghost. I'll be real.
I believe in spirits, not ghosts.
Every big hotel has got a ghost. Why? Hell, people come and go ...
There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere,
Whispers of a moment suspended in time,
Where every life that you've brushed up against
Now lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.
If that ghost have money I tells him never to haunt you
less'n he wants to lose it!
In the name of a god who was always a ghost
We begin as children imagining and fearing ghosts. By degrees, through our long lives, we come to be the very ghosts inhabiting the lost landscapes of our childhood.
I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?
I am haunted by human
the flicker of a memory
is all we can cling to
for our cherished ghosts
From "Cat Paws on a Windscreen
You are accompanied through life, Emily Jesse occasionally understood, not only by the beloved and accusing departed, but by your own ghost too, also accusing, also unappeased.
A ghost sighting is usually nothing more than your brain trying to put a familiar face on something that does not have a face at all.
Ghosts are some of the loneliest people you will ever meet.
If you're a ghost," he said, "we mean you no disrespect. And if you're not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one
Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping.
Ghosts are everywhere, not just the ghost of Momma in the woods, but ghosts of us too, what we used to be like in those long summers.
You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone."
I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out.
She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.
In a big city you become a ghost; you walk on the crowded streets and realise that you are a kind of transparent entity; an indistinct being, a thing which is not something!
Ghosts are just pieces of memory. They haunt us because we don't want to forget. We are the ghost makers. We take fragments of the dead and project them onto shadows and sounds, trying to make sense of loss by assigning it a new shape. Ghosts aren't real.
Who knows if there are ghosts (sorry, Grandma) or just the living, breathing memories of your loved ones, inside you, speaking to you, trying to get your attention by any means necessary?
I often spend half the night with ghosts, remembering times fifty years past as if they were yesterday. The mystery of a midnight visitor is a welcome diversion.
I do not believe in ghosts. I believe in ghost stories.
Or maybe a ghost was only a thing that endures, like the furnishings of this room, like the chairs or table; a little worse for wear, but still here because someone cherished it, or because it was made of such hardy stuff that time couldn't wear it down fast enough.
Wait." Amber jumped up wide-eyed. "Is she a - "
"A ghost " I smirked. "Amber you're a necromancer in a show about raising the dead. What did you expect Eerie sounds produced by a computer and a few Hollywood actors in bad makeup Please don't tell me you've never seen a real ghost.
If he is a ghost, then it's very disappointing for me, because he is banished in the story, and that could mean that he won't be coming back, and that would be terrible, wouldn't it?
The light was frozen, dead, a ghost.
I love ghosts; I prefer ghosts to some people.
Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world
Phantom
Your heart must be a ghost.
I can feel it mounting; a dark wave -
upon the night of my soul
Help for the Haunted
Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk.
even though I'm safe. I see his ghostly reflection moving
Memory is a rare ghost-raiser. Like a haunted house, its walls are ever echoing to unseen feet. Through the broken casements we watch the flitting shadows of the dead, and the saddest shadows of them all are the shadows of our own dead selves.
Get up to turn your chair away from her
a few degrees. And look at me. I may
be someone else's longed-for phantom. Pour
me some more wine; tell me the story; listen:
it's a dreary wish to want the whole world ghostless.
When you become a ghost
feel free to haunt me.
I'd like to see a ghost. It would confirm there's an afterlife.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave ... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
By and large, the mission of any ghost is to offer humility. They point out what's important by mocking what is not.
(Joshua Malina, Sports Night)
The girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks
and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a
trembling voice: It's the ghost!
If I see someone I see the ghost of them, the air around them, and where they've been. If I see a city I see it's living ghostliness - the stray looks, the dying hands. I see it's needs and its discomforts locked in apartments.
Spooky action at a distance.
My work is in itself a ghost of my vision.
The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone.
I think ghosts would be some energy that hasn't found a home yet. I don't think they have any personal attachment to what is happening here. I've definitely been in a place where I've felt some energy that someone was watching me.
We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.
But this isn't a ghost story: the ghost is in the background, where she has to be. If she was in the foreground she'd be a person.
Mysterious though the ghost may at first appear, he will always be more easily explained than the dismal story in which malevolent people have tried to picture two brothers killing each other who had worshiped each other all their lives. Believe me, etc.
I need someone who can be invisible, who can become a ghost. Do you think you can do that?"
I'm already a ghost, she thought. I died in the hold of a slaver ship.
"i think so.
In literature, the ghost is almost always a metaphor for the weight of the past. I don't believe in them in the traditional sense.
Just as when you need to go to sleep you think of trees or lawns, you are taking instant symbolic refuge in a ready-made iconography of early safety and satisfaction. That exact place is where ghosts go.' I
Well you know I'm a ghost,
Pull the note out my throat,
And leave me alone,
But it's all for you, all for you and more,
He won't take her anymore.
We don't always get the answers we want, sometimes a simple look can haunt us enough to know some ghosts need their rest.
A wandering corpse, a bundle of mindless functions,
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you.
Blood! ... Blood! ... That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!
On Pembroke Road look out for my ghost, Dishevelled with shoes untied, Playing through the railings with little children Whose children have long since died.
If one day you see a ghost somewhere, you must know that it is your own mind!
I can do pretty much anything. A ghost has that freedom.
She's been a ghost for years now, anyway, her heart full of the forgotten dead.
I definitely believe in ghosts.
Yes, a ghost, thought the Count, as he moved silently down the hall. Like Hamlet's father roaming the ramparts of Elsinore after the midnight watch . . . Or like Akaky Akakievich, that forsaken spirit of Gogol's who in the wee hours haunted the Kalinkin Bridge in search of his stolen coat . . . Why
He takes a draw on a cigarette, blows out a smoky ghost. I reach to catch the phantom in my hands, but it eludes me. I've been trying to catch a ghost for as long as I can remember.
What are ghosts if not the hope that love continues beyond our ordinary senses? If ghosts are a delusion, then let me be deluded.
Knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question
Ghosts are common to the life of any child:mine just happened to come to dinner more often than most
It's hard to be an articulate ghost.
I'm being haunted by Gaspar the Friendly Ghost.
We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
All Ghosts Are Gray
I believe ghosts are like dogs and they just sort of do things arbitrarily.
Aaaaaaaagh! I screamed, emerging from the wards and onto Murphy's front lawn, chock-full of new insight as to why ghosts are always moaning or wailing when they come popping out of somebody's wall or floor. Not much mystery there - it freaking hurts.
If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? Ghost Busters.
The only way to shake your ghosts was to find them ...
The dogma of the Ghost in the Machine ... maintains that there exist both bodies and minds; that there occur physical processes and mental processes; that there are mechanical causes of corporeal movements and mental causes of corporeal movements.
anonymous mystery
Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.
Sometimes people graduate but they don't leave. They hang around for years, for no reason. I would think of ghosts like that, I decided.
Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.
Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.
It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.