#host

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in the present. As we work them through, they go from haunting us to becoming simply part of our history. (243) ↗

— Norman Doidge

#death #ghosts #grief #healing-the-past #loss

They said she killed herself.Everyone was saying It. What started out as a rumor, quietly whispered among small gatherings of polite people, quickly grew into something that was openly discussed in a large gatherings of impolite people. I was so sick of hearing them talk about It. They questioned me. Over and over again, trying to find out If i knew what happened. But my answers didn't change. Yet It never failed-someone else would ask, as if one day my reply would suddenly be different. I didn't know, but i should have...and I've been haunted ever since. ↗

— Jessica Verday

#friendship #ghosts #pain #teen-fiction #change

Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

#ghosts #hippos #moonlight #simile #simile

If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse? ↗

— Diane L. Randle

#bloodlines #crime #drowning #ghost #lost-love

I'm very much a bit of a ghost presence. ↗

— Eric Bana

#ghost #i #much #presence #very

... I don't believe in ghosts - not the scary white sheet, boogie-woogie type of ghost anyway. And yet ... I don't disbelieve either. I'm kind of sitting on the ghost fence, dangling my legs on both sides, not sure which way to jump. I think I might be here for a while. ↗

— Karen Tayleur

#disbelieve #ghost #on-the-fence #love

Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. “Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#ghosts #halloween #kill #killing #kisses

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved. ↗

— Tom Conrad

#arrogance #chance #destiny #fate #fools

Nunca sabrás cuánto tiempo nos queda en realidad. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#stephenie-meyer #the-host #wanda #wanderer #love

Olivia sat back and propped her half-boots on the table. 'So far it's working. He has to return to me because I have his sister hostage.' She briefly put her fingertips to her lips. 'Did I just say that? I mean I'm protecting the baby sister and earning his trust ↗

— Kresley Cole

#humor #love #unrequited-love #love