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 VerdayMots clés friendship pain death ghosts teen-fiction
Ghosts
Take shape under moonlight,
materialize in dreams.
Shadows. Silhouettes
of what is no more. But
ghosts don't
bother me. The day brings
bigger things to worry about
than flimsy remains of
yesterday. No, spooks don't
scare me.
Gauzy apparitions might
prank your psyche or
agitate your nightmares,
but lacking
flesh and blood
they are powerless
to hurt you-cannot hope
to inflict the kind of damage
that real, live
people do.
Mots clés ghosts
It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.
Banana YoshimotoMots clés ghosts ordinary day-to-day unremarkable
Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.
Lauren OliverBoo: "Go talk to her."
Callum: "About what?"
Boo: "Anything."
Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'"
Boo: "I do that."
Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong.
Mots clés humor ghosts boo callum
The story of my own childhood is a complicated sentence that I am always trying to finish, to finish and put behind me. It resists finishing, and partly this is because words are not enough; my early world was synaesthesic, and I am haunted by the ghosts of my own sense impressions, which re-emerge when I try to write, and shiver between the lines.
Hilary MantelMots clés life consciousness past childhood ghosts
Like most people, my views about ghosts and haunted places were traditional while growing up. I believed ghosts were human spirits. Not that I talked to many people about the subject or my experiences. I assumed people would think I was weird.
Kristine McGuireMots clés god faith salvation christian paranormal ghosts redemption occult ghost medium
Graveyards were the one place Belladonna never saw ghosts.
Helen StringerMots clés humor ghosts graveyards
And the bummer thing is, ghosts never leave. They might leave you alone sometimes, but they're always there deep down, whispering lies in your ear. They echo the lies others told you: That you're not smart enough; that you're not pretty; that you'll never amount to anything.
Josh ShippIn the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. The dumb village multitudes pass on unchanging; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: good seasons and bad follow each other as of old. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, 'Here are lions.' Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, 'Here are ghosts.' ("Village Ghosts")
W.B. YeatsMots clés minority ghosts small-towns towns small-town village town villages
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