Ghosted By Someone Quotes & Sayings

I go to various boot camps 4-5 times a week, and I try to get some Pilates in there to thin and tone. — Rachelle Lefevre

Tomes / Of reasoned wrong, glozed on by ignorance — Percy Bysshe Shelley

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor. It was the greatest failing on everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. She would always be confined by what everyone expected of her because she was too afraid and too unwilling to correct our imperfect imaginings. — Robyn Schneider

Well. You must admit, you do need a haircut." A faint smile ghosted over his mouth. His fingers loosened; they slipped over hers as they withdrew. "Is there anyone in this house whom I could trust to wield the scissors? I have given them all cause to aim for my throat." Was that a joke? Miracle of miracles! "Come now," she said hoarsely. "Be sensible. Dead men pay no salaries. — Meredith Duran

But one thing I do know: life and time are ghosted creatures for us all. They belong to us - and are not ours at the same time. — Joan D. Chittister

You never shrink in stature by lifting someone else up ... — Louie Giglio

Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely."
His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome — Meredith Duran

The hardest part about being ghosted is the fact that you can't deal with the ghoster directly. You just never hear from them again, and everything feels odd and incomplete. — Mallory Ortberg

A magician is an actor playing the part of a magician. — Jean Eugene Robert-Houdin

And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. — Robyn Schneider

A bashful smile ghosted his lips and his tense shoulders relaxed. "We're in fuckin' deep, aren't we, Shakespeare? — Tillie Cole

Fantasy is easy, all you have to do is this. Here's an interesting culture, here's another interesting culture. What would happen if you put these two cultures in the same world? From there all you have to answer for the reader is, why are these two cultures fighting? And more importantly, why should the reader care? If you can do that you will have a great story on your hands. — Shane Porteous

people whose lives are riddled with unrestrained sin act like rebellious children. Sin, when unrestrained, infantilizes a person. — Rosaria Champagne Butterfield

Do it, Octavian" She ghosted the tips of her fingers along the hem of his shirt. "Touch me."
He growled low in his throat, his forehead dropping another inch toward her shoulder, his hair tickling the side of her face. "Be my angel, Riley, not my siren. Don't tempt me."
Moistening her lips with a sweep of her tongue, Riley glided her fingers over his belt, tracing the strip of leather to the silver buckle in the center. She felt rather than heard his deep inhalation and the tremor that raked his powerful body. Driven by his surrender, she used two fingers to walk over the square carvings etched into his abdomen, biting her lip to stop the grin that pulled when he groaned.
"I want to be both for you, Octavian," she whispered, letting her lips brush the curve of his shoulder. — Airicka Phoenix

For a long time I thought the object of the game was identifying the question, love versus freedom, Mandela vs Buthelezi, leave or stay forever ghosted under a thick curtain of oil. Nora said, Maybe a choice isn't the right way to think of it, by which she might have meant, A question loses its power when there is only one answer, as in, yes to Bhutan and Barstow. Yes to chanterelles and portobellos. A temple. Yes. A mosque. Yes. The changeable heart of a child. — Pam Houston

He set fire to some potatoes, then cooked some undelivered post in the embers." - Dad
"Did he now? What a strange fellow. I would have done it the other way around." - Stafford — Jasper Fforde

I know." The two words ghosted against the skin of her neck, sending goose bumps down her spine. "But I want to touch you. I want to put my hands all over you. I want to kiss every inch of you and taste you as you come apart in my arms. I want to feel you wrapped around me with nothing but my name on your lips and the sheets a tangled mess beneath us. I want ... " He exhaled heavily into her ear. "I want. I want. I want! — Airicka Phoenix

The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought, but Valentine was a terrible father. He killed your pets, lied to you, and I know he hit you- don't even try to pretend he didn't."
A flicker of a smile ghosted across Jace's face. "Only on alternate Thursdays. — Cassandra Clare

In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down. — Denise Levertov

I was moving in a narrow range between busy distractedness and a pervasive sadness whose granules seemed to enter each cell, weighing it down ... I ghosted between islands of anxiety ... a fatigue that dulled my zest, decanted it. Sorrow felt like a marble coat I couldn't shed. — Diane Ackerman

Life will test you. You can try the most, fight the hardest, and still lose. You have to know that's okay. — Christina Escamilla

With such a deep rooted interest you can withstand the setbacks and failures, the days of drudgery, and the hard work that are always a part of any creative action. You can ignore the doubters and critics. You will then feel personally committed to solving the problem and will not rest until you do so. — Robert Greene

Early morning mist ghosted along the Orm, trailing above the water, rising and twisting. Wide and sleek and almost silent, the river curled through the valley, curved almost to the doors of the stone-terraced cottages sunk tight in the moorland.
As soon as he was beyond sight of the mill gates, Manny ran, his step lighter, his boots crunching against the highway. The village was quiet now, and he could hear the faint cries of sheep on the hillside. He felt suddenly exultant at having acted decisively, felt the thrill of running away. Then he reasoned with himself that he wasn't so much running away as running to something else - something better - running away to take charge of his future. He was improving his station in life, looking for work of his choosing. — S.J. Wilkins

Paste may be the last great American music magazine left. — Patterson Hood

Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form: Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same. — Erasmus Darwin

It blurred the lines between lust and inspiration in a way we've always intuitively known they should be blurred, because desire underlies every act of creation. — Leah Raeder

Money is the harvest of our production and service. We in turn use it to obtain the production and service of others. — Earl Nightingale