ghosts

I__e seen him before you know. In real life._ __hat? When?_ I catch a twinge of hurt in her voice for not filling her in on it earlier. __hen I was at Sephora,_ I tell her. __o he__ a metrosexual ghost as well?_ Dex asks.

For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.

Twas now the very witching time of night,When churchyards groan, and graves give up their dead,And many a mischievous, enfranchised spriteHad long since burst his bonds of stone or lead,And hurried off, with schoolboy-like delight,To play his pranks near some poor wretch's bed,Sleeping, perhaps serenely as a porpoise,Nor dreaming of this fiendish Habeas Corpus.

The next morning I was up bright and early. Mostly because I'd sold the curtains.

Demons... they don't just waltz into your life and take over for no reason," she said, her voice going soft again. "They might knock on the door, but ultimately, you have to be the one to invite them in.

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The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

A ghost is something that fills a hole inside you, where you lost something. It's a memory. Sometimes it can be painful, and sometimes it can be scary. Sometimes it's hard to tell where the ghost ends and real life begins.

That night there was more than one killer in the forest, the next day a lot more ghosts.--The Book of Brin

I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted!

Out in the shadows of the city, in the houses and cellars, in the secret rooms and locked attics, a stirring cold be sensed. The ghosts and spirits-of-place whispered and muttered on the edge of hearing, glided and flowed on the edge of sight. They were pleased with the turn of events; it was they who had driven the small garrison of Polypontian troops out to die in the snow. It was they who__ haunted their movements through the cities. And it was they who had joined them on watch in the dark of the night, filling their minds with a slow-growing fear, which had evolved into a terror that had driven them mad_ The Queen had returned, and some of the people, and the rest of the folk would one day come back and they could slip back into their minds, becoming the warp and the weft of the legend and stories. Becoming the fireside companions of long winter nights, living their lives for a while in the minds of the breathing, in the blood that still flowed, in the feelings that still thrilled to nerves that still sensed.

The feet of ghosts never touch the ground.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

Surely ghosts will follow wherever there is bad record keeping

These days, there are angry ghosts all around us, dead from wars, sickness, starvation--and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? Well, so what? So's the whole damned world.

At dusk in the Temple Gardens the barrier between past and present turned fluid and ghosts walked. Here and there if Buckler looked closely he caught a glimpse of knights filing toward the ancient round Church, heads bowed in penitence_Buckler didn__ mind the spirits. In fact, he preferred their company to that of the general run of human. For the ghosts reminded him that man__ petty cares, so all consuming in life, would one day become nothing more than fit matter for an amusing story.

Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve... Hell sent someone.-Along For The Ride-

Maybe you__e worried that I won__ seduce you?