“The moonlight made ghosts of the bed hangings, and cast a spectral pool about my feet” — Susanna Kearsley (Author Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the only way to exorcise old ghosts is to pack your bags and move in with them.” — Yasmine Galenorn Copy Share Image
Nothing to be honest. I am a fighter. I'm crazy already. I'm not afraid of ghosts or anything. — Danny Garcia Copy Share Image
“I’m pretty sure your house isn’t haunted,” he said. She shrugged. “Part of me hopes you’re wrong.” — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
Landale's language burns away the mists of the past, preparing a place of welcome for our ghosts. — John Newlove Copy Share Image
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
All cities are geological and three steps cannot be taken without encountering ghosts. — Ivan Chtcheglov Copy Share Image
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Of course cats [can see ghosts]. As far as I can tell, all cats. But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“I think I might like to meet some ghosts. The dead aren't scary. It's the living who do the terrifying things.” — Suki Fleet Copy Share Image
The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...?” — Diane Hall Copy Share Image
But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I am filled suddenly with hope. I don't think I will ever die. We are looking for ghosts, but, I think, a… — Tony Earley Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
I can imagine the writers of China, England and France, crippled and unsure of themselves when they feel that the ghosts of… — F. Sionil Jose Copy Share Image
“Listen, we’ll come visit you. Okay? I’ll dress up as William Shakespeare, Lucent as Emily Dickinson, and beautiful ‘Ray’ as someone dashing… — Tim Cummings Copy Share Image
“Ghosts are a perfect example of how the human world is limited by its own knowledge. Your kind doesn’t believe in them… — Annalise Grey Copy Share Image
“Their ghosts are gagged, their books are library flotsam, Some of their names - not all - we learnt in school But,… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“They came silently as ghosts themselves, swept along like leaves being scattered about them in the scurrying east wind. Yet their running… — David Clement-Davies Copy Share Image
“It's a big spooky place when you're in it alone. It's like you can hear all the whispers of all the voices… — Benjamin R. Smith Copy Share Image
When we die, as when the scenes have been fixed on to celluloid and the scenery is pulled down and burnt —… — Jostein Gaarder Copy Share Image
“It will seem to many persons very inconsistent with their ideas of the dignity of a spirit that they should appear and… — Catherine Crowe Copy Share Image
“I'd say we're all just ghosts on a wire seeking the prick of an electric thought.” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“There’s no way to stand up gracefully when your pants are down around your ankles.” — Kathy Bryson Copy Share Image
“Ghosts are common to the life of any child:mine just happened to come to dinner more often than most” — Dinaw Mengestu Copy Share Image
What if we were all really ghosts and the spirits people claim they see are really humans? — Amber Hope Copy Share Image
Sometimes a man's spirit just ain't strong enough to withstand the ghosts from his past. — Kirina Joanna Cowman Copy Share Image
Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“They had to leave their mark somehow. Little had he known their mark dug up gold and blood.” — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image