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“I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You”
― Kelly Moran, Ghost of You

“—What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“But," expostulated Josiah Worthington. "But. A human child. A living child. I mean. I mean, I mean. This is a graveyard, not a nursery, blast it.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

“Aren’t you afraid, Renuka?â€� he asked in the wee hours of the morning looking deep into her eyes.
‘Afraid of what?�
‘Afraid of ghosts? Afraid of death?�
‘Death is a certainty that will come to all of us one day. So why to be afraid of something that we cannot avoid? We do not remember our birth, so we won’t remember our death as well. I am, instead, scared of more real threats, real people, and their real feelings.”
― Debajani Mohanty, The Curse of Damini

“You're crazy,' I say.
'Aye,' Logan says. 'Crazy about you.”
― Cindy Miles, Forevermore

“It was all real and blazing with detail.
But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“I wasn't scare, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Ghosts of women are the worst. Years go by and they don't leave you be”
― Katherine Boo

“Why weren't we born in the same era?" he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "How mundane and cliche would that be?”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“i bÅ‚Ä…dzÄ…c, w okno uÅ›pione
liśćmi krwawymi się rzucę
i wrócę do ciebie czarnym upiorem,
na pewno wrócÄ™.”
― Krzysztof Kamil BaczyÅ„ski, Utwory wybrane

“Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun,' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly.”
― Cindy Miles, Forevermore

“With red clay between my toes,
and the sun setting over my head,
the ghost of my mother blows in,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze.”
― Brenda Sutton Rose

“I'm chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart. Ignoring the emptiness around me, and hoping for a resurrection of love.”
― LeAnne Mechelle, Write like no one is reading 2

“Ahem," a voice said behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Judith, my once human, but now poltergeist mother-in-law. I had once joked with Bella that if anyone hated me enough to come back from the dead to haunt me, it would have been her mom. Seems the joke was on me, because that's exactly what she did.”
― R.E. Vance, GoneGodWorld, Episode One

“But this time as soon as he moved she began to fade. He stopped at once, not breathing again, motionless, willing his eyes to see that she had stopped too. But she had not stopped. She was fading, going. "Wait," he said, talking as sweet as he had ever heard his voice speak to a woman: "Den lemme go wid you, honey." But she was going.”
― William Faulkner, Go Down, Moses

“Quick," I hissed. "Tell me what you know about this place."

The ghost frowned. His face appeared sweaty and his hair was a mess, like he'd been running his fingers through it. "How about, 'hey, Frankie. How you doing, Frankie? I see you're missing both your legs, Frankie.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“So much time spent believing
we had ghosts in our machines has accustomed us to haunting
ourselves.”
― D.J. MacLennan, Frozen to Life: A Personal Mortality Experiment

“I saw your face, honey. You were more than a little flustered. You looked as if you'd gone ten rounds with the ghost of Christmas past.”
― Michelle Celmer, Best Man's Conquest

“Nadie sabía apreciar la seguridad que proporcionaba la ³¦´Ç³¾±è²¹Ã±Ã­²¹ de un fantasma.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“I tell you once and for allâ€�
in front of the angel pictures
on the wall, that I am not a host
to load-bearing ghosts or heady
entities, and if I was ever holy, I have fallen far
into the dense atmosphere of the living.”
― Kristen Henderson, Drum Machine

“What the hell kind of Hell was this supposed to be?”
― Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

“The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal.
The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.”
― Munia Khan

“We did a Tarot
card reading. She told me different things, most of them depressing and
worth forgetting. But what I'll always remember is her prediction of my
death, and how I'd become a kind of ghost, ‘wandering� she said, with a
‘spiritual restlessnessâ€�.”
― Keith Steinbaum, The Poe Consequence

“Immobile, senza respirare, fisso il fantasma che vedo riflesso nel vetro davanti a me”
― Cristel Anna Notarianni, Bisbigliando - Sussurri di mezzanotte

“I sneezed and she was gone.”
― Bryan Costales, Jo

“Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, After Death

“Tylko krzyk widma, które chÅ‚op nabiÅ‚ na widÅ‚y,
tylko krzyk kotów duszonych przez księżyc.
Czy umiesz zasnąć? Dziś obłąkany poeta
powiesił się w czarnym krzyku zamiejskich sosen,
a trupa kukły woskowej przy wiatru fletach
deszcz po ulicach dÅ‚ugo ciÄ…gnÄ…Å‚ za wÅ‚osy.”
― Krzysztof Kamil BaczyÅ„ski, Liryki najpiÄ™kniejsze

“Showmen's Rest was truly something to behold. Throughout the entire yard, statues and carvings of elephants, clowns, and tight-rope walkers danced on the gray and white surfaces of tombstones and grave-markers. For the first time, Michael got the feeling that the men and women who'd been buried there were probably really happy with their final resting place. It was a touching tribute, one that honored their passion in life and that had been constructed out of love and respect.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, After Death

“Better beware of the newly dead

Of the white-handed ghost

And the brightness of these lamps . . .”
― Luc Berimont