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#haunting

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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

It's haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction. ↗


— Wade Davis


#extinction #half #haunting #languages #realize

Something like The Haunting is not worth the slightest consideration from me. ↗


— Nigel Kneale


#haunting #like #me #slightest #something

Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. ↗


— Thomas Wolfe


#certain #fixed #haunting #here #movement

There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh. ↗


— Carrie Ryan


#death #erie #haunting #life #zombie-apocalypse

Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne) ↗


— Kimberly Brockman


#angels-and-demons #fantasy-romance #haunting #love-story #paranormal-romance

If you don't mind haunting the margins, I think there is more freedom there. ↗


— Colin Firth


#haunting #i #i think #margins #mind

He looked sharply towards the pollarded trees. 'Yes, just there,' he said. 'I saw it plainly, and equally plainly I saw it not. And then there's that telephone of yours.' I told him now about the ladder I had seen below the tree where he saw the dangling rope. 'Interesting,' he said, 'because it's so silly and unexpected. It is really tragic that I should be called away just now, for it looks as if the - well, the matter were coming out of the darkness into a shaft of light. But I'll be back, I hope, in thirty-six hours. Meantime, do observe very carefully, and whatever you do, don't make a theory. Darwin says somewhere that you can't observe without theory, but to make a theory is a great danger to an observer. It can't help influencing your imagination; you tend to see or hear what falls in with your hypothesis. So just observe; be as mechanical as a phonograph and a photographic lens.' Presently the dog-cart arrived and I went down to the gate with him. 'Whatever it is that is coming through, is coming through in bits,' he said. 'You heard a telephone; I saw a rope. We both saw a figure, but not simultaneously nor in the same place. I wish I didn't have to go.' I found myself sympathizing strongly with this wish, when after dinner I found myself with a solitary evening in front of me, and the pledge to 'observe' binding me. It was not mainly a scientific ardour that prompted this sympathy and the desire for independent combination, but, quite emphatically, fear of what might be coming out of the huge darkness which lies on all sides of human experience. I could no longer fail to connect together the fancied telephone bell, the rope, and the ladder, for what made the chain between them was the figure that both Philip and I had seen. Already my mind was seething with conjectural theory, but I would not let the ferment of it ascend to my surface consciousness; my business was not to aid but rather stifle my imagination. ("Expiation") ↗


— E.F. Benson


#haunting #rationality #business

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! ↗


— Emily Brontë


#haunting #heathcliff #love #malediction #restlessness

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed. ↗


— T.S. Eliot


#age






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