#host

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited. ↗

— Stephen King

#ghosts #muse #art

It was the ghost of rationality itself ... This is the ghost of normal everyday assumptions which declares that the ultimate purpose of life, which is to keep alive, is impossible, but that this is the ultimate purpose of life anyway, so that great minds struggle to cure diseases so that people may live longer, but only madmen ask why. One lives longer in order that he may live longer. There is no other purpose. That is what the ghost says. ↗

— Robert M. Pirsig

#great-minds #life #madmen #purpose-of-life #rationality

And no, I think i'm better than you because I am better than you. ↗

— Stacey Kade

#better #ghosts #queen-of-the-dead #reason #attitude

What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean?" He kept his head on her breasts. "What?" "You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it?" "It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English." He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart. "I want to know. It didn't sound silly when you said it. It sounded...beautiful. It made me feel beautiful. And loved." He kissed her breast. "I called you my heart. And you are. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#feehan #ghostwalkers #love #nico #beauty

The Goddess spoke to all the dead. She was beloved for it. It seemed she passed on that gift to you. Oh, it taxed her immensely, but she tried to set as many to rest as she could. Sometimes it only takes one word of kindness, you know, to set a soul at ease. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#ghosts #goddess #kindness #strangely-beautiful-series #beauty

She had been his talisman, his cure for the insecurities and worries that he knew deep down didn't really matter, but somehow had always managed to get the best of him. ↗

— Erik Tomblin

#ghosts #longing #love #soulmates #talisman

Behind a barbed-wire fence, a dirt road disappears into the distance in the pine trees and corners. Lost, dead roads, no ends or remaining purposes, power lines now dead and sagging and forgotten, grown high in weeds and young trees. The trees have entirely encased a speed limit sign, strange sight, nothing so pointless as a speed limit sign in the midst of dense woods, pointless and beautifully so. ↗

— Tim Gilmore

#feng-sui #geomancy #ghosts #hauntings #paranormal

Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#regrets #business

I have marked in traveling how lonely houses change their expression as you come near, pass, and leave them. Some frown, others smile. The Bible buildings had life of their own and human diseases; the priests cursed or blessed them as men. ↗

— Emma Frances Dawson

#haunted-house #change

The door was opening again. The seer does not like to dwell upon what he saw entering the room: he says it might be described as a frog - the size of a man - but it had scanty white hair about its head. It was busy about the truckle-beds, but not for long. The sound of cries - faint, as if coming out of a vast distance - but, even so, infinitely appalling, reached the ear. ("The Haunted Doll's House") ↗

— M.R. James

#monster #business