159 Quotes About Haunting

I had turned my mind from my survival just as a man suffering from a deadly sickness manages by a thousand tricks never to look at death squarely; or rather, as a woman alone in a large house refrains from looking into mirrors, and instead busies herself with trivial errands, so that she may catch no glimpse of the thing whose feet she hears at times on the stairs.

You are so vulnerably haunting; Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

We are all connected to spirit, in our physical manifestation and our soul.

Fight or flight was for ordinary things in a now-distant ordinary world. All he could do now was watch those gnashing teeth in abject horror. But when she finally saw him, that vile eye rolled in his direction. Finally, he found that his throat could scream and his legs could run.

Godfrey watched helplessly as she crossed the boundary of the property, the lamppost's light extinguishing suddenly as she passed, and continued headlong down the hill; he heard the percussions of her footfalls after she passed from sight, and as those faded the rise of her cry into something horrific and wrathful, a thorn in the paw of the heavens.

There is an essay on the language of the dying. The dying sometimes speak of themselves in the third person. I was not speaking that way. I said: I am bleeding. I am going to bleed to death. And I will be lucky if I die before he returns.Give me my Scallop shell of quiet.You know, they did not print the whole of the Indian song in the subway. Only a few lines. But I know the poem.'It's off in the distance. It came into the room. It's here in the circle.'I know the poem.She knows the poem.

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed....Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.

What have we given?My friend, blood shaking my heartThe awful daring of a moment's surrenderWhich an age of prudence can never retractBy this, and this only, we have existed.

Now that you're there, where everything is known—tell me:What else lived in that house besides us?