Fear paints pictures of ghosts and hangs them in the gallery of ignorance.
We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.
Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
Fear is going to be a player in your life, but you get to decide how much. You can spend your whole life imagining ghosts, worrying about the pathway to the future, but all it will ever be is what's happening here, the decisions in that we make in this moment, which are based in either love or fear.
I do believe in ghosts. Freaky things will happen, and I'm like, 'The wind didn't do that! Some spirit did'.
We are the ghosts of the singing furies.
Many other means there be, that promise the foreknowledge of things to come: besides the raising up and conjuring of ghosts departed, the conference also with familiars and spirits infernal. And all these were found out in our days, to be no better than vanities and false illusions.
There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.
The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.
. . . but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight
Part of the story of Ghosts of Ascalon is how they got to that tentative truce where you can find humans and charr working together.
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.
Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.
After I watched 'The Exorcist' I refused to watch any other movie that had anything to do with ghosts or demons. I didn't even watch 'Ghostbusters' until I was much older.
Poets need be in no degree jealous of the geologists. The stony science, with buried creations for its domains, and half an eternity charged with its annals, possesses its realms of dim and shadowy fields, in which troops of fancies already walk like disembodied ghosts in the old fields of Elysium, and which bid fair to be quite dark and uncertain enough for all the purposes of poesy for centuries to come.
Ashley tugged on his sleeve. "You're scaring me Walter. " "Sorry I guess talking about ghosts is-" "It's not that," she interrupted shaking her head. "You're using logic. That's scaring me. " Walters eyebrows knitted. "So much for terms of endearment
But the Earth holds ghosts, even of entire nations.
Nobody believes in ghosts, but everybody is afraid of them.
I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.