Ghost Paranormal Quotes

Oh, of course they’re not show ghosts—a collector wouldn’t think anything of them…Don’t let me raise your hopes…their one merit is their numerical strength: the exceptional fact of their being two. But, as against this, I’m bound to admit that at any moment I could probably have exorcised them both by asking my doctor for a prescription, or my oculist for a pair of spectacles. Only, as I never could make up my mind whether to go to the doctor or the oculist—whether I was afflicted by an optical or a digestive delusion—I left them to pursue their interesting double life…. As far as I knew I was simply bored…

The ship and all in it are imbued with the spirit of Eld. The crew glide to and fro like the ghosts of buried centuries; their eyes have an eager and uneasy meaning; and when their fingers fall athwart my path in the wild glare of the battle-lanterns, I feel as I have never felt before, although I have been all my life a dealer in antiquities, and have imbibed the shadows of fallen columns at Balbec, and Tadmor, and Persepolis, until my very soul has become a ruin.

The spectre is known, at all the country firesides, by the name of The Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow.

As surely as you are a living man, so surely did that spectral anatomy visit my room again last night, grin in my face, and walk away with my trousers: nor was I able to spring from my bed, or break the chain which seemed to bind me to my pillow.

He stood looking after them… as though he had perceived that they had come back accompanied by a ghost a-piece.

I am fighting my fight with Ghosts both within me and without.

The spirits of the dead hallow a house, for me.

“Go to the d—l!” said the disappointed ghost-hunter. An hour—two—rolled on, and still no spectral visitation… and when the turret-clock sounded at length the hour of three, Ingoldsby, whose patience and grog were alike exhausted, sprang from his chair, saying— “This is all infernal nonsense, my good fellow. Deuce of any ghost shall we see to-night…”

[H]e had a strange sense of being haunted, a feeling that the shades of his imagination were stepping out into the real world, that destiny was acquiring the slow, fatal logic of a dream. ‘Now I know what a ghost is,’ he thought. ‘Unfinished business, that’s what.’

A person terrified with the imagination of spectres, is more reasonable than one who thinks the appearance of spirits fabulous and groundless.