#haunting

Song after Battle: As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled. Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs ↗

— Frances Densmore

#haunting #old-songs #simons-rock #death

A specter is haunting Europe - the specter of communism. ↗

— Karl Marx

#europe #haunting #specter

There is a specter haunting Europe, the specter of Communism. ↗

— Karl Marx

#europe #haunting #specter

Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#fear #happy #haunting #may #puritanism

Jordan has a strange, haunting beauty and a sense of timelessness. Dotted with the ruins of empires once great, it is the last resort of yesterday in the world of tomorrow. I love every inch of it. ↗

— King Hussein I

#dotted #empires #every #great #haunting

Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter's mouth. ↗

— Victoria Secunda

#daughter #few #haunting #hearing #moments

The wise hero must realise how terrible it will be, when all the wealth of this world lies waste, as now in various places throughout this middle-earth walls stand, blown by the wind covered with frost, the buildings storm-swept. The halls decay, their lords lie deprived of joy, the whole hearth-troop has fallen, proud by the wall. from THE WANDERER, lines 73-80 ↗

— Anonymous

#beautiful-writing #destruction #futility #haunting #middle-earth

Granana lives on the other side of the island. She's eighty-four, I'm twelve, and Wallow's fourteen, so it's a little ambiguous as to who's babysitting whom. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #home

I just want to tell her that I'm sorry," Wallow says softly. He doesn't know that I'm awake. He's talking to himself, or maybe to the ocean. There's not a trace of fear in his voice. And it's clear then that Wallow is a better brother than I could ever hope to be. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #home

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life #mind #stories #youth #age