Best Ghost Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings Page 17

Source: The Phantom of the Opera & The Mystery of the Yellow Room (Mystery Classics): The Ultimate Gothic Romance Mystery and One of the First Locked-Room Crime Mysteries

“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.”

Knows Ghost Unfinished Unfinished Business

Author:Salman Rushdie

“What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.”

Source: Marjorie Daw and Other People

“Ultimately, though, it's living people that frighten me the most. It's always seemed to me that nothing could be scarier than a person, because as dreadful places can be, they're still just places; and no matter how awful ghosts might seem, they're just dead people. I always thought that the most terrifying things anyone could ever think up were the things living people came up with.”

People Thinking Persons Stills Matter Seems Might Ghost Awful Dead People

Book:Hardboiled: & Hard Luck

Source: Hardboiled: & Hard Luck

“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.”

Knows Heart Littles Pain Turns Morning Gone Tree Cry Arms My Heart Quiet Summer Bird Rain Lonely Silent Winter Forgotten Lips Glasses Ghost Tonight Midnight Sigh Lad Lonely Trees

Author:Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.”

Men Behinds Alive Every Man Ghost Thirty Ratios Space Odyssey

Book:2001: A Space Odyssey

Source: 2001: A Space Odyssey

“Reading is merely a surrogate for thinking for yourself; it means letting someone else direct your thoughts. Many books, moreover, serve merely to show how many ways there are of being wrong, and how far astray you yourself would go if you followed their guidance. You should read only when your own thoughts dry up, which will of course happen frequently enough even to the best heads; but to banish your own thoughts so as to take up a book is a sin against the holy ghost; it is like deserting untrammeled nature to look at a herbarium or engravings of landscapes.”

Ifs Thinking Way Should Looks Mean Book Enough Shows Happens Courses Reading Sin Holy Direct Ghost Landscape Guidance Dry Holy Ghost Being Wrong Surrogates Dry Up

Book:101 Facts of life

Source: 101 Facts of life

“For he that diligently seeketh shall find; and the mysteries of God shall be unfolded unto them, by the power of the Holy Ghost, as well in these times as in times of old as in times to come; wherefore, the course of the Lord is one eternal round" - 1 Nephi 10:19”

“People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghost, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen.”

People Life Believe Happens Belief Responsibility Darkness Imagine Rocks Shadow Things Happen Ghost Tales Taking Responsibility Electrons Make Things Happen American Gods

Author:Neil Gaiman

“He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”

“Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen alseep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought.”

People Ifs Said Suffering Ghost Smoke Fallen Shore Submit Comes And Goes

Author:Virginia Woolf

“I have tried to protect myself against men, to react against their madness to discern its source; I have listened and I have seen--and I have been afraid of acting for the same motives or for any motive whatever, of believing in the same ghosts or in any other ghost, of letting myself be engulfed by the same intoxications or by some other... afraid, in short, of raving in common and of expiring in a horde of ecstasies.”

Men Believe Has Beens Common Acting Source Protect Madness Ghost Motive Ecstasy Intoxication Horde

Author:Emile M. Cioran

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”

Source: On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)

“taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor. They floated out like drifting moths under the rich hazy light, and as the fantastic symphony wept and exulted and wavered and despaired, Ardita's last sense of reality dropped away, and she abandonded her imagination to the dreamy summer scents of tropial flowers and the infinite starry spaces overhead, feeling that if she opened her eyes it would be to find herself dancing with a ghost in a land created by her own fantasy.”

Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works

“I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to live in the bellies of whales, gives up the ghost with a groan and then comes back to life three days later!”

Giving Kind Use Three Walking Giving Up Garden Sticks Ghost Belly Whales

Book:madame bovary

Source: madame bovary

“If death itself were to die, would it have a ghost, and would the ghost of death visit the dead in the guise of someone alive, if only to fright them from any temptation to return?”

Ifs Dies Alive Return Ghost Temptation Fright Guise

Book:A Temple of Texts

Source: A Temple of Texts

“My mind swirled with memories of the life I had led. The constant struggle to keep up appearances, the pretenses, the smiles that had been met with tears. The long sleepless nights, the loneliness that cloaked my spirit and turned me into a true ghost.”

Mind Long Spirit Night Memories Struggle Loneliness Tears Mets Constant Appearance Ghost Pretense Sleepless Nights Constant Struggle

Book:Empress Orchid

Source: Empress Orchid