Lonesome Ghosts Quotes & Sayings

Less pains in the world a man cannot take than to bold his tongue. — Walter Raleigh

Lord give us success today. — Lailah Gifty Akita

However British you may be, I am more British still. — Henry James

If a heart could break once, it shouldn't have been able to happen again. — Alexandra Bracken

I've no patience with modern humanitarian scruples about capital punishment. — Agatha Christie

I think locality exercises strange influence over some minds. The peaceful meadow-scenery holds no lurking horrors in its bosom, but in the lonesome moorlands, full of curiously molded boulders, grotesque fancies must assail one there. Creatures seem to come, odd and ill-defined as their surroundings. As a child I had a peculiar horror of those tall, odd-shaped boulders, with seeming faces, featureless, it is true, but sometimes strangely resembling humans and animals. I believe the spinney may be haunted by something of this nature, terrible as the trees. ("The Haunted Spinney") — Elliott O'Donnell

I used to love jungle. I still think it's the ultimate genre, really, because the people making it weren't musicians. — Aphex Twin

Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes the old brain reel, doesn't it? — Ken Kesey

Our point is that America is so family oriented. — Cindy Margolis

Now and again, one could detect in a childless woman of a certain age the various characteristics of all the children she had never issued. Her body was haunted by the ghost of souls who hadn't lived yet. Premature ghosts. Half-ghosts. X's without Y's. Y's without X's. They applied at her womb and were denied, but, meant for her and no one else, they wouldn't go away. Like tiny ectoplasmic gophers, they hunkered in her tear ducts. They shone through her sighs. Often to her chagrin, they would soften the voice she used in the marketplace. When she spilled wine, it was their playful antics that jostled the glass. They called out her name in the bath or when she passed real children in the street. The spirit babies were everywhere her companions, and everywhere they left her lonesome - yet they no more bore her resentment than a seed resents uneaten fruit. Like pet gnats, like phosphorescence, like sighs on a string, they would follow her into eternity. — Tom Robbins

A perfect poem owes its perfection to sounding the voice of the heart and the melodies of the conscience, as well as its ability to reflect the considerations, beliefs, opinions, and horizons of thought of the poet, but not due to its formal or mental aspects. — M. Fethullah Gulen

You've gotta wonder what kind of vibe you're putting out there if you're having really creepy people come talk to you. — Jorja Fox

I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity. — Lionel Blue

Memories were like tomb paintings, thought the Major, the colors still vivid no matter how many layers of mud and sand time deposited. Scrape at them and they come up all red and blazing. — Helen Simonson