For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere.
He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
You are certainly under the guidance of the Holy Ghost or you wouldn't have come where you now are.
I don't see the point of having 80 million people online if all they are doing in the end is talking to ghosts in the suburbs.
Even like as St. Paul was converted, just so are all others converted; for we all resist God, but the Holy Ghost draws the will of mankind, when he pleases, through preaching.
Well we've moved through the funfair a bit - we've done the rollercoaster, now we're on the ghost train.
we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.
Boo: "Go talk to her. " Callum: "About what?" Boo: "Anything. " Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'" Boo: "I do that. " Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong.
Hazel frowned. "Why that one?" "You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked. "Ghost?" Nico asked. Okay. . . if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong.
Ghosts are a metaphor that can be interpreted so many different ways. There's no ending to what you can do. You can make it a fun ghost story. You can make it a deeply disturbing, psychological ghost story.
Revenge is like a ghost. . . It takes over every man it touches. . . Its thirst cannot be quenched. . . Until the last man standing has fallen.
Ghosts cannot be put on the witness stand, or have their fingerprints taken. They are completely proof against proof.
Though a man should say but a few words, and his sentences and words be ever so ungrammatical, if he speaks by the power of the Holy Ghost, he will do good.
She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.
I've actually seen a ghost, so I know they're really around.
Words themselves are all the ghosts we need.
What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?
No, ghosts are real. You can see them, touch them, and hear them. But they do not exist. Which is why science ignores them. But to claim they are a fabrication and do not exist because science ignores them is a mistake. Because ghosts are real.
I've always felt that if you back down from a fear, the ghost of that fear never goes away. It diminishes people.