100 Quotes About Ghost

In the world of ghosts, there are many different types. Some have a power to scare people, while others have a power to heal. Ghosts have been around since the beginning of time, and they can be a lot of fun. But no matter how you feel about them, there is no denying that they are fascinating Read more

Here are some scary and funny ghost quotes that will make your day.

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. Jack Kerouac
I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. "Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren't winning me a slot on the Cartoon Network anytime soon... except as a comic relief. Ghost Whisperer Junior. Or Ghost Screamer, more like it. Tune in, every week, as Chloe Saunders runs screaming from yet another ghost looking for her help." Okay, superpower might be pushing it. Kelley Armstrong
To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might...
To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden. James Herbert
After his experience with Minos, Nico realized that most spectres held only as much power as you allowed them to have. They pried into your mind, using fear or anger or longing to influence you. Nico had learned to shield himself. Sometimes he could even turn the tables and bend ghosts to his will. Rick Riordan
For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words...
For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure. Kate Mosse
Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence...
Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping. Doug Dillon
I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I've found out Ghosts don't hide under my bed or in my closets either. They exist in plain sight - everyday; Conjured up by 'our song' playing on the radio. By the mailman's blue eyes that are so like yours I could get utterly lost in them. They come as raindrops, kissing my skin... the way you used to. Ghosts are everywhere. Alfa H
While he attends to his rats, Persinger gives me the lowdown on the haunt theory. Why would a certain type of electromagnetic field make one hear things or sense a presence? What’s the mechanism? The answer hinges on the fact that exposure to electromagnetic fields lowers melatonin levels. Melatonin, he explains, is an anti-convulsive; if you have less of it in your system, your brain –in particular, your right temporal lobe– will be more prone to tiny epileptic-esque microseizures and the subtle hallucinations these seizures can cause. Mary Roach
Aye, it could', Ian added. 'It's many a time when I've walked alone on the misty moors of Scotland, the fog creeping in, the waves pounding against the shore, and then the lone, eerie call of a dead chicken. Caaa-cluck. Caaa-cluck Terri Reid
All the pains in this world are assumed pains. It is ‘wrong belief’! People have the illusion of pain. This illusion is being experienced. What was seen with the eyes is not being experienced. To have illusory experience means to spend the entire night ‘dying’ in the fear of ghosts. That is what it is. Dada Bhagwan
[Indians] don't think about ghosts as those stereotypical spook in white sheets that scare the knickers off everybody. We believe that we coexist with many, many spirits. They're all around us - because the soul never dies. The body withers away, but the essence of the person remains, watching over us. Alison Singh Gee
Like, okay. Everyone in history thought they were the ones who finally knew everything. In their naissance, right, they were positive they knew exactly how the universe worked. Til the next set of guys came along and proved they were missing like a hundred important things. and then that set of guys were sure they had it all down, til another set came along and showed them parts they were missing." He glances at Julia, checking if she's laughing at him, which she isn't, and if she's listening, which she is, completely. "So." he says, "it's pretty unlikely, mathematically, that we are living in the one single era that has everything figured out. Which means there's a decent possibility that the reason we can't explain how ghosts and stuff could exist is because we haven't figured it out yet, not because they don't. And it is pretty arrogant of us to think it definitely has to be the other way around. Tana French
The ghost stories were fascinating, made even more so by the personal connection between the living and the long-departed. The ghosts seemed content to be there. The truly amazing part of the story, however, was how happy the owner and staff of the inn were with their spirits. It made me want to stay there… and perhaps never leave. James Caskey
Descending south into St. Augustine’s Historic District along A1A, visitors are immediately confronted by an edifice which serves as a stark reminder that the city was originally founded as a military outpost, deep in hostile territory. Jutting up like a molar from the defensive teeth of the Ancient City is the forbidding fortress of Castillo de San Marcos, a coquina fortification which has served many roles it its nearly three hundred fifty year history. James Caskey
He used to call vampires "the breathing ghosts"- for, as he put it, we existed in a kind of limbo-land between the living and the dead. We breathed, but we were not alive. We flitted through the air, but we still left foot prints on the ground. We were, and are, neither one nor the other, but something else entirely. Eleanor Keane
Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible? Brandy Nacole
We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions we construct from blueprints drawn up in early childhood. This is the problem. Patrick McGrath
Now the two of them rode silently toward town, both lost in their own thoughts. Their way took them past the Delgado house. Roland looked up and saw Susan sitting in her window, a bright vision in the gray light of that fall morning. His heart leaped up and although he didn't know it then, it was how he would remember her most clearly forever after- lovely Susan, the girl in the window. So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little. . Stephen King
Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window - not a face, but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house. Unknown
Why do they say ghosts are cold? Mine are warm, a breath dampening your cheek, a voice when you thought you were alone. Julie Buntin
When I go out by the gateway, taking the road I drove along that first time I picked up Lotte for the ball, how very different it all is! It is all over, all of it! There is not a hint of the world that once was, not one bulse-beat of those past emotions. I feel like a ghost returning to the burnt-out ruins of the castle he built in his prime as a prince, which he adorned with magnificent splendours and then, on his deathbed, but full of hope, left to his beloved son . Unknown
It’s not the dead people you got to worry about… It’s the living that are scary. Terry Spear
Unless the she-wolf agrees, there’s always a chance of rejection. Terry Spear
Zorro pulled her into his arms and crushed her against his body, kissing her soundly on the mouth. “ My, what a big sword you have, sir, ” she said, sweeping her hand over his sheathed sword. “ I’m fully armed, ” he said, “with that and more. Terry Spear
Brett will need some clothes if someone can drop some by.” “ All we need is a bear rug, ” Meghan said. Terry Spear
She was thinking she needed to post a letter in the Lonely Hearts column in the Silver Town Gazette: She-wolf seeking male wolf who believes in ghosts. No others need apply. Terry Spear
Did you look up 'incubus'?" Ren asked, in her ear. She heard a smile in his voice." Yes. Let's see, 'a lascivious spirit supposed to have sexual intercourse with women in their sleep, ' if I remember right."" There. And you thought it wasn't possible. It's common enough they actually had to make up a word for it."" Well, if you've been doing that, then you must have been discreet, because I sure haven't noticed."" It's not my preferred method, " he said. "I always wake them up first. Molly Ringle
I realized my sorrow, the regret of a restless, doomed spirit, rang in my voice. For the first time I wondered if my fate was to helplessly watch violence until I became as mad as the men who committed the murders. Christina Dodd
He was smiling that smile I truly loved. Heather Fraser Brainerd
No one will say it to my face, but it’s so obvious they think I actually murdered Gavin. As if I would actually want to hurt the guy I was in love with. Still, I see it in their eyes, the way they avoid crossing my path as if I’ll snap and go after them next. I hear it in their accusatory whispers that fill the hallways as I pass by. The signs that I’m generally considered guilty are everywhere. Jen Naumann
It's a damn shame that when I finally fall in love that it had to be after I died." He dropped his head and shut his eyes. Oh, mylanta. Did he just say what I think he did? He looked back up at me, taking my breath. "What are we gonna do?" I knew what I was gonna do–hyperventilate. Janae Mitchell
How could I let this happen? How could I let it get this far? I never thought Malyn would have the same feelin's for me as I did for her. I'm dead, for goodness sakes. It's not like we can live happily ever after. I can't live at all. Janae Mitchell
I wanted to hug him, tell him it was gonna be alright. Tell him I'm not as fragile as I look. But I can't hug him. I can't even hold his hand. I can't tell him it's gonna be alright, because it’s not; not as long as he's dead and I'm alive. Janae Mitchell
I let ya in–into my life...my death...my heart." He reached up like he was going to touch my face. "And now I don't know how to get ya out. Janae Mitchell
The flicker of a memoryis all we can cling tofor our cherished ghosts From "Cat Paws on a Windscreen J.S. Watts
Whether I'm a good wife doesn't have anything to do with what he was like. Zen Cho
Magic is magic. It isn’t good or bad in and of itself. It’s the intent that matters. Ideally, you treat magic as a gift and you use it to influence natural forces to help and to heal. It’s a positive act. Dani Harper
At first I wasn’t all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor.” “Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs.” “And then when I was freaking out and couldn’t breathe, he was so…gentle.” Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. “He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice…you know, sort of low and rough around the edges…” “All the Nolans sound like that, ” Justine said reflectively. “Like they’ve got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot. Lisa Kleypas
One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting External ghost, Than an interior confronting That whiter host. Far safer through an Abbey gallop, The stones achase, Than, moonless, one's own self encounter In lonesome place. Ourself, behind ourself concealed, Should startle most; Assassin, hid in our apartment, Be horror's least. The prudent carries a revolver, He bolts the door, O'erlooking a superior spectre More near. Emily Dickinson
But you must stop playing among his ghosts -- it's stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He's trying to lay them to rest here, not stir them up, and you seem eager to drag out all the sad old bones of his history and make them dance again. It's not nice, and it's not fair. Patricia A. McKillip
I think in some ways it's like that for all of us, living with the ghosts of things that used to be, or never were. We're all of us haunted by yesterday, and we got no choice but to keep marching into our tomorrows. Keep marching, boys and girls. Keep marching. Rodman Philbrick
Ghosts will forever put in appearances, as they should. Our illusions have muscle and meaning. The past returns at midnight, in the heart of our dreams, and the rains and the willows forever remind us of the sacrifices we’ve offered and those we have yet to make. Tom Piccirilli
Knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question Laura Wiess
This is what the Problem means, ” he went on. “This is the effect it has. Lives lost, loved ones taken before their time. And then we hide our dead behind iron walls and leave them to the thorns and ivy. We lose them twice over, Lucy. Death’s not the worst of it. We turn our faces away. Jonathan Stroud
Lockwood didn’t speak until everything was quiet again. “I know you’re worrying about me, Luce, ” he said. “But you really mustn’t. These things happen when you’re an agent. You’ve been snared by ghosts in the past, haven’t you? There was the one that made the bloody footprints, and the thing in the tunnels below the Aickmere Brothers store. But it’s fine, because I helped you then, and you’ve helped me now. We’re there to help each other. If we do that, we’ll get through.” Which was a lovely thing to say, and it made me feel a little warmer. I just had to hope it was true. Jonathan Stroud
But ghosts aren't white and bright. Ghosts are shadows of someone or something gone wrong. Paul Tremblay
A high-pitched sound, like steam escaping from a kettle whistles through the dark room. But nobody’s making tea. We both turn toward the source of the eerie noise. A weak stream of unearthly light seeps through the window near the corner of the room and pours onto the floor. Its consistency seems to lie somewhere between a liquid and a solid, like mercury, only blue. Out of the gleaming, wobbly puddle, a phosphorescent vapor rises up. The ghost we thought was Daniel materializes and looms over us for two seconds before he lunges and wraps his hands around Wyatt’s neck. . Alyson Larrabee
When I look up from my book, the wind has gained its full voice. This storm is the mad child of Father Time and Mother Nature. Wailing away in no predictable rhythm, their monstrous offspring’s throwing a hackle-raising temper tantrum. Underscoring the hideous howl, I detect another, quieter sound, a pitiable, weak whimper which has been all but completely drowned out by the epic volume of the screaming wind. With slowly dawning terror, I realize this cowardly voice is my own; escaping through the narrow opening of my barely parted lips. Where’s my dad? Why is he taking so long? The weather ignores my whining questions and continues to whip itself into a raging convulsion. The windows rattle and the wind screams. But the sounds are no longer random. In the midst of the chaos, the howling begins to form an elongated word. Horrified, I recognize the stretched out syllables of my own name.“ Aaaaannaaaaabelle. . Alyson Larrabee
What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies. Kendare Blake
There's a queer streak in human natures. Men come back to places for secret reasons, for feelings they cannot resist.' More than men come back, ” I said. Leland Hall
It's a rotten world, Miss Millick, ' said Mr. Wran, talking at the window. 'Fit for another morbid growth of superstition. It's time the ghosts, or whatever you call them, took over and began a rule of fear, They'd be no worse than men.' ("Smoke Ghost") Fritz Leiber
Yet, despite all, it is a difficult thing to admit the existence of ghosts in a coldly factual world. One's very instincts rebel at the admission of such maddening possibility. For, once the initial step is made into the supernatural, there is no turning back, no knowing where the strange road leads except that it is quite unknown and quite terrible. ("Slaughter House") Richard Matheson
Never forget that time is the most valuable thing we can spend, so don't throw it away! Kerry ONeal
I knew there were no ghosts in there, but on the other hand, what if there were? Stephen King
Ghosts are just our minds telling us that subconsciously we feel guilty about something we should have done, would have done, but never took the time! Nell Rose
There are so many different kinds of ghosts. John Darnielle
Sitting next to Tilo, breathing next to her, he felt like an empty house whose locked windows and doors were creaking open a little, to air the ghosts trapped inside it. Arundhati Roy
No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never those. They’re the real ghosts. Stephen King
Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room. Julia Green
How many ghosts might return to the promenade, haunted by the echoes of those promises, perhaps eager to catch a glimpse of what could have been? Would they laugh at the survivors shuffling about in this briny detritus? Or would they cry?" Reid, A. J. (2012-11-08). A Smaller Hell (Kindle Locations 885-886).. Kindle Edition. A.J. Reid
I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where things first happened. Julia Green
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 Shipp
Ghosts... they are the completions of the deads intended gestures, there unfinished plans still hanging in the air - something like when you forgot one thing and so you pantomime the motion. Anne Tyler
Don't tell me how to grieve. Don't tell me ghosts fade away eventually, like they do in movies, waving goodbye with see-through hands. Lots of things fade away but ghosts like these don't, heartbreak like these doesn't. Anthony Doerr
By and large, the mission of any ghost is to offer humility. They point out what's important by mocking what is not.( Joshua Malina, Sports Night) Aaron Sorkin
But this isn't a ghost story: the ghost is in the background, where she has to be. If she was in the foreground she'd be a person. David Mitchell
When you write it, don't write it in the manner of a spooky story. Don't try to give an explanation. Just say that I don't know what to make of it, just write it like I tell it, so the reader can make up his own mind. David Mitchell
The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me- I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill. Brandy Nacole
So you know you're a ghost?" I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. "Can you think of another explanation? Christina Dodd
Hauntingly active as they share space with the living, the dead refuse to give up their undead residency. Pamela K. Kinney
I wish my talent was something that could be celebrated. You see, I can talk to the dead. Amy LaPalme
It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes. Kelly Moran
Calm down. Ghosts don’t ring the doorbell. Kelly Moran
There is a unique bond between the land and the people in the Crescent City. Everyone here came from somewhere else, the muddy brown current of life prying them loose from their homeland and sweeping them downstream, bumping and scraping, until they got caught by the horseshoe bend that is New Orleans. Not so much as a single pebble ‘came’ from New Orleans, any more than any of the people did. Every grain of sand, every rock, every drip of brown mud, and every single person walking, living and loving in the city is a refugee from somewhere else. But they made something unique, the people and the land, when they came together in that cohesive, magnetic, magical spot; this sediment of society made something that is not French, not Spanish, and incontrovertibly not American. James Caskey
Michael had learned the hard way that nothing good came from interfering in the affairs of the afterlife. Jacqueline E. Smith
..., imagine a loamy earth that starts with genocide, then adds a mix of further disease, wars, hurricanes, murder, great fires, dueling, insurrection and slavery, just to name a few of the many instances of tragedy. What dark seed would take root in such a disturbed and twisted soil? James Caskey
They’d never scared him, really.  When he was younger, he hadn’t known that there was anything different about them.  By the time he was old enough to figure out that no one else could see them, he was also old enough to realize that being dead didn’t turn people into monsters.  It just meant that most of them were lonely.  Jacqueline E. Smith
When a thundering horde of drunken Vikings rush a person, it's only natural to flinch. Krista D. Ball
The spirits of the dead are not among us to entertain us... Assuming the revenants you encounter have simply signed up to play haunted house for the amusement of the living is just plain ignorant. April Slaughter
There are reasons why it is often difficult to reach our dead. When we do, our lives and everything we believe to be true can be turned entirely upside down. April Slaughter
The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear in the air everywhere, they are ghosts. The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones no one owns or condones, they are ghosts. You might deem them gremlins or water or wind, while others say shadows or rodents or sin. But oh! I say no! ‘Tis not so, child, for lo! The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose bumps are frightfully real, they are ghosts!. Richelle E. Goodrich
Areila walked like she had somewhere to go. I stood by the fountain and watched her pass, but I didn't speak. It was the lady's prerogative to pretend she didn't see me. She got to the edge of the park; I swear, her foot hovered right over the line, when she turned with military precision and marched back. She stopped in front of me and said, "Hello. Christina Dodd
Paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything. We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge. To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery. All day the snow falls down, all night the snow. I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story. We left footprints in the slush of ourselves, getting out of there. Richard Siken
Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them."" I don't believe in ghosts, " I said, faintly." Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there, " she replied. Sue Grafton
Is it ghosts that truly haunt us, or the memory of our own mistakes that we wish we could undo? Laura Lam
And maybe that's all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking. Nicole KornherStace
So many men and women I have wronged, reduced to ghosts and shades. They surround me, but I can never let them know I regret what I have cost them, both the living and the dead. Laura Lam
Between one stride and the next, the herd of reindeer faded away. She felt a last few ghosts go with her, shoulder on shoulder, and then they too were gone and she was back, alone, in the world of humans and ravens. T. Kingfisher
If a tattoo is supposed to make a statement, that kid’s body is just plain babbling. Vincent H. ONeil
The sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the streets of Rome. Harriet Beecher Stowe
If dat ghost have money, I tells him never to haunt you less'n he wants to lose it! Eugene ONeill
About the library, " he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the page." Will you write like Mr. Blake or like yourself?" I inquired. He wrote and whispered the words aloud as he did. "I am in the library. It smells like old stuff."" It smells familiar, " I suggested. "It smells like words." Because his left side was to me, I couldn't easily take his hand to write." Books are boring, " James said as he wrote." They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered. He thought about this and then wrote with a smile, "I hate books. Laura Whitcomb
I tell you, my idea of a ghost is something quite different. Dead men rise up never — read even your poets. Ghosts breed in the living. Leland Hall
The world, ’ he said, ‘grows hourly more and more sceptical of all that lies beyond its own narrow radius; and our men of science foster the fatal tendency. They condemn as fable all that resists experiment. They reject as false all that cannot be brought to the test of the laboratory or the dissecting-room. Against what superstition have they waged so long and obstinate a war, as against the belief of apparitions? And yet what superstition has maintained its hold upon the minds of men so long and so firmly? Show me any fact in physics, in history, in archaeology, which is supported by testimony so wide and so various. Attested by all races of men, in all ages, and in all climates, by the soberest sages of antiquity, by the rudest savage of today, by the Christian, the Pagan, the Pantheist, the Materialist, this phenomenon is treated as a nursery tale by the philosophers of our century. Circumstantial evidence weighs with them as a feather in the balance. The comparison of causes with effects, however valuable in physical science, is put aside as worthless and unreliable. The evidence of competent witnesses, however conclusive in a court of justice, counts for nothing. He who pauses before he pronounces is condemned as a trifler. He who believes, is a dreamer or a fool. . Amelia B. Edwards
I can speak four dialects, but none of them is fairy language. Zen Cho
I thought: if I die, I hope I get reincarnated into a mosquito so I can bite that fucker kau-kau. Zen Cho
Other dragons are bastards. I moved out of my mother's cave after my mother tried to rip my guts out. Granted, I had tried to steal her Tiara of Clairvoyance. Zen Cho
The tabloids wanted to know whether the dragon was receiving benefits. The gossip magazines claimed to have found a woman who was bearing the dragon's baby. The fashion magazines did spreads on draconian style. This apparently consisted of gaunt models with sunken eyes, swathed in clouds of chiffon and arranged in awkwardly erotic positions on piles of gold coins. Zen Cho
I brought seaweed snacks from home, ' chimed in another kid. "Seaweed got iron, right?"' I don't think the teachers meant that kind of iron, ' said Hui Ann. Zen Cho
The first time she saw the boy across the classroom, Ah Lee knew she was in love because she tasted durian on her tongue. Zen Cho