Best 106 of Haunted quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Chisman

The scratching came from the attic. At night, when Rory turned out the light I would lie awake and wait for it to skit, skit, skit lightly across the floorboards above our heads and down behind the water pipes.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Donna Tartt

But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Emory R. Frie

Ghosts don’t stay buried when they’re laced in gold.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jacqueline E. Smith

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.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joanne Kenrick

So I'm up the ghostie creek without an EMF meter

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jessica Verday

Since you can't touch me, you made something that could, didn't you?" I said. "Yes." My world slowed and I closed my eyes. "I am going yo give you my heart noe," I whispered. "Please don't break it again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cheryl R. Cowtan

It was past eight on a Friday night, so calling the Homeward to speak to Dr. Casbus was out of the question. The head nurse would never bother him this late. A sly idea struck me. Just because I couldn’t call the doctor, didn’t mean I couldn’t go see him in person. I’d gone to the Homeward at night before. On those nights when I’d been afraid for my mother, afraid she’d be scared, or missing me, or they would be hurting her with their treatments. The head nurse, Mrs. Huds didn’t like it, but Casbus always showed up to save me from her lecture on rules. He didn’t let me have a room to stay in—it wasn’t the Holiday Inn, but he’d let me stay long enough to dial down my fears a notch or two. And sometimes, I learned more about myself, like the last after-hours session, when Casbus had explained why I had holes in my memories.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Donna Lynn Hope

His ghost comes back to be remembered. If he can’t be in this life, he procures a way to stay in orbit, and in that way, is never forgotten.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cybill Cain

You make me crazy in all the best ways, woman. You always have. I’m only me when I’m with you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Grace Willows

Sometimes it takes more courage to believe in what you can’t see.” she said quietly, and then looked into his dark blue eyes. “Because anyone can believe in what’s already been proven”. Grace Willows- Not a Ghost of a Chance

By Anonym 18 Sep

James Caskey

The ghost stories were fascinating, made even more so by the personal connection between the living and the long-departed. The ghosts seemed content to be there. The truly amazing part of the story, however, was how happy the owner and staff of the inn were with their spirits. It made me want to stay there… and perhaps never leave.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Thalia Chaltas

Yaicha is named after a song by some group from the last century called the Pousette-Dart Band. Something about a girl, a candle in the falling rain shining amidst the pain. I kind of surprise myself when I can picture Yaicha as that candle. My father named Yaicha after the "haunting melody." I wonder if he ever listened to the lyrics.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Grace Willows

It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Gregory Maguire

Night-time is being brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

By Anonym 16 Sep

H. M. Ward

I mean, what if you don’t get over him? What if you just learn how to get on without him? People who’ve been in love have that haunted look in their eyes. It’s like a piece of them is unattainable, forever held back and protected at all cost.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexei Maxim Russell

If your spirit is persistently harmless or if it has shown itself to you, in a non-threatening way, then you most definitely have a ghost. The ghost can be frightening, by its very nature. But the ghost will never intentionally frighten you. They will be there for three reasons: 1. They used to live there and are attached to the location 2. They are trying to communicate something to the living or 3. They are protective of somebody who lives in the house and so they are “standing guard” so to speak, over the loved one.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chuck Palahniuk

Godless, 'we had no war.' Until God set us to fight each other, for the rest of human history.

By Anonym 18 Sep

James Garbarino

The initial trauma of a young child may go underground but it will return to haunt us.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexei Maxim Russell

The one plus side to demonic infestation is that children cannot be harmed by a demon. The sanctified aura of a child somehow repels the demon and they can only oppress them if the parent makes a contract allowing them to do so. Because they can be very clever in tricking people into agreeing to additional contracts, it is important to never converse with a demon. Either call in a priest or move out as soon as possible.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Meg Cabot

Are you a pirate?

By Anonym 16 Sep

L. Sydney Fisher

I first witnessed the paranormal at the tender age of eight. This experience unlocked a doorway to a world full of unexplained mysteries, miraculous insights, and terrifying ghostly visits that have spanned a lifetime. Join me as I explore these stories…one book at a time.” ~L. Sydney Fisher

By Anonym 16 Sep

Dan Brown

He had been haunted his whole life by a mild case of claustrophobia—the vestige of a childhood incident he had never quite overcome. Langdon’s aversion to closed spaces was by no means debilitating, but it had always frustrated him. It manifested itself in subtle ways. He avoided enclosed sports like racquetball or squash, and he had gladly paid a small fortune for his airy, high-ceilinged Victorian home even though economical faculty housing was readily available. Langdon had often suspected his attraction to the art world as a young boy sprang from his love of museums’ wide open spaces.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Donna Lynn Hope

I didn't sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren't here, haunting with their memory.

By Anonym 18 Sep

James Caskey

Savannah is so beautiful that the dead never truly depart.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Katherine Mcintyre

Since her time in the necromancer’s clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They’d drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should’ve stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Iris Murdoch

There was a sort of grey dripping figure that kept trying to rise up in my mind and which I ruthlessly violently banished.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Anne Rice

It was haunted; but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Chisman

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Katherine Mcintyre

Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cindy Miles

You're crazy,' I say. 'Aye,' Logan says. 'Crazy about you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jacqueline E. Smith

Death never plays by the rules. And I think that's why we, as mortal beings, fear it so much. Not because it's an inevitability, but because it's so unpredictable. We all know it's coming for us. We can just never be sure exactly when.

By Anonym 18 Sep

D Michael Hardy

Our shadows still walk these streets. Like ghosts, they haunt our every move.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jane Smiley

There's nothing more haunted than a house. Doesn't matter where, how grand, how small, made of brick, straw, stone, or gingerbread, whether perfectly cared for or blown to bits. Beings gather there. Every house is a planet, exerting gravitational pull. Every house is in a dark wood, every house has a wicked witch in it, doesn't matter if she looks like a fairy godmother...

By Anonym 16 Sep

R. Ys Perez

It's scary how you can be haunted by someone who is still alive.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Shannon A. Thompson

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lillith Regina

He haunted my heart, silently. Like a murmur, and a shadow; that could only be heard by myself. Alone, in a dark room.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Amanda M. Lyons

When she first saw him, she took him for a ghost. His jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked, letting her see his eyes. They seemed haunted, lost in some way. He was tall and gaunt, starkly pale in his black clothes. He was the very picture of Anton, even sharing his world-weary eyes of deepest blue. She could hardly look away from this apparition, an echo of all the memories and dreams that had haunted her these many years.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Louise Penny

When Olivier had been taken away Gamache had sat back down and stared at the sack. what could be worse than Chaos, Despair, War? What would even the Mountain flee from? Gamache had given it a lot of thought. What haunted people even, perhaps especially, on their deathbed? What chased them, tortured them and brought some of them to their knees? And Gamache thought he had the answer. Regret. Regret for things said, for things done, and not done. Regret for the people they might have been. And failed to be. Finally, when he was alone, the Chief Inspector had opened the sack and looking inside had realize he'd been wrong. The worst thing of all wasn't regret.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Katherine Mcintyre

He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Simona Panova

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jacqueline E. Smith

The point is when you're involved with the paranormal, don't be surprised when the paranormal gets involved with you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ken Mcgorry

Ghost Hampton" took me years to write -- but it won't take you that long to read!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cybill Cain

Have you come to return my pussy?” I shook my head, sure the reception must be bad. “Huh?” “My cat. You stole my cat yesterday. Have you come to return him?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joseph Conrad

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream,--and there was no answer one could make her--there seemed to be no forgiveness for such a transgression. And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kendare Blake

Over the course of my life I've been to lots of places. Shadowed places where things have gone wrong. Sinister places where things still are. I always hate the sunlit towns, full of newly built developments with double-car garages in shades of pale eggshell, surrounded by green lawns and dotted with laughing children. Those towns aren't any less haunted than the others. They're just better liars.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cindy Miles

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.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joseph Conrad

This is glorious!' I cried, and then i looked at the sinner by my side. He sat with his head sunk on his breast and said 'Yes', without raising his eyes, as if afraid to see writ large on the clear sky of the offing the reproach of his romantic conscience.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Chisman

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charlotte Munro

No. No… No!’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards. I turned the corner and headed for the backdoor. Run. Run. I must run. As soon as I reached the backdoor in the kitchen, pulling the barn door from the hinges, I felt his gaze upon me. Cinders and kindling crunched at my feet; what had once been my lovely mahogany kitchen furniture was now little more than firewood. My crockery and china splintered in shards and as I turned to face him, I felt them dig into my skin, cut me with every shiver that bolted through my frame. ‘You wanted Hemlock House. You have, Hemlock House.’ His voice was dark, cruel and yet hauntingly light. As if cooing, whispering to a newborn. He was lounging against the countertop as if waiting for breakfast, as if waiting for something so meaningless.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lissa Bryan

Seth: "I write of love in my novels, write of it well, if my critics and fans are to be believed, but in all of my years at that typewriter, I never found the combination of words that would convey how I felt about you. You were my everything.