#ghosts

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#loves #old #our #worst

I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I'm no spirit or demon. I'm nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll die. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#life-and-death #miss-percy-parker #outsider #strangely-beautiful #beauty

On the other hand, what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts. ↗

— David Bowie

#demons #ghosts #hand #i #inside

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. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#end #ghosts #having #i #in the end

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#full #ghosts #gloom #graces #haunted

People like to think that actors are terribly worried about ghosts of other actors in the parts they play. But you just have to get on with it. ↗

— Matthew Macfadyen

#get #ghosts #just #like #other

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. ↗

— Francois de La Rochefoucauld

#about #everyone #few #ghosts #like

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise. ↗

— Erica Jong

#dash #dead #disguise #famous #feline

Now about those ghosts. I'm sure they're here and I'm not half so alarmed at meeting up with any of them as I am at having to meet the live nuts I have to see every day. ↗

— Bess Truman

#alarmed #am #any #day #every

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#future #ghosts #life #manhood #nothingness