Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.
But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.
What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
Fashion is a dangerous road to go down. Anybody who is going to have children later in life had best not be too fashionable because the photos will come back to haunt them.
You haunt me, Mina. Even before I knew you, I felt your absence.
Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea
Not all the truths are told, dreams are shattered, words are unspoken, memories are haunting but the imagination is still fighting to settle down.
Ever since the world began, it has been the belief of mankind that desolate places are the special haunt of supernatural beings.
I am an empty mind with an empty body and with an empty soul. I am neither haunting for anything nor something.
Here we are, Arms in arms, Hearts to hearts Waiting in a haunted stop, For the sky to fall, When the world ends to a knot, We will rise into one.
When your past shows up to haunt you, make sure it comes after supper so it doesn't ruin your whole day.
I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.
It is normal for me to wake and find myself writing in the dark... or to be out of my tomb, caught in an unearthly world, alive with the images that haunt me.
Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.
Sure, we thought the acres That we tilled were sacred, But how could we have known That wheat can haunt like ghosts
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
Also there is a twist to the story as I'm being haunted and driven crazy, attacked and so on. All I seem to do is run and scream and cry in every scene.
There's nothing more haunting than the cry of a child that cannot be returned with food - the most fundamental expectation of every human being.
