Ghostly Encounter Quotes

“For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh. You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner... you're in one!”
― Captain Hector Barbossa

“...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“The rainy days in life are what make us treasure the sunny days.”
― Suzannah Daniels, Ghostly Encounter

“I agree. To me, it [galloping on horseback] is the essence of freedom—the power of the beast beneath you, the wind in your face, the thundering of the hooves. It is a great elixir for the soul.”

“And does your soul need healing, Benjamin?” she asked quietly, gently running her fingertips across his bicep and down his forearm.

He turned away from the view of the pond and looked at her with clear, blue eyes, his expression serious. He captured her fingers in the palm of his hand. “My healing started the day I met you. You are my elixir.”

“Then perhaps you need another dose,” she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him.”
― Suzannah Daniels

“The Shadow Waltz by Stewart Stafford

She lays with me by night,
Hewn from dark solitude,
Without malice aforethought.

Creaking springs as she crawls to me,
In a frantic state,
Babbling desperately about her pain.

Nails caress my abdomen and chest,
Strange warmth emanates from her,
Then she rises.

And is gone,
Melting with the corner darkness again,
Watching my slumber from the shadows.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“For me, the dying part wasn’t so horrible. I was only in pain for a few moments before death arrived. For me, the difficult part was having so many things that I had yet to experience, leaving behind people that I cared about. I wasn’t through living.”
― Suzannah Daniels, Ghostly Encounter

“Perhaps in body I am not quite as real as you,” he said, then looked alive, making him once again seem real, even though she knew that if she tried to touch him, she could not. “But my thoughts and emotions are as real as yours. My soul, Mia Randall, is as real as yours.”
― Suzannah Daniels

“...sometimes we can’t enjoy the bloom of a rose because we’re too busy crying over being pricked by the thorn.”
― Suzannah Daniels , Ghostly Encounter

“What’s wrong with my clothing?' she asked, glancing down the length of her body, clothed in a tank top and shorts.

He helped her up, unable to stifle a grin. 'Let’s just say women do not dress like that in 1863.”
― Suzannah Daniels, Ghostly Encounter

“A eulogy is a life lived with a loved one or friend condensed into a few moments relating poignant and witty stories about them to a hushed congregation. The deceased has then an eternity to ponder the remarks with the possibility of spectral visitations to request a retraction.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Tale of the Holy Hitchhiker by Stewart Stafford

A motorist drives by the Blue Church,
Of left-handed compliments,
And omnipresent righteous sins,
Where the Holy Hitchhiker dwells.

Waiting for God at the stop sign,
No thumbs, he blesses passing cars,
Chanting his destination's directions,
Then going into silent meditation.

A fated pause at the railway crossing,
Purgatory train takes an eternity to go by,
Time for confessional contemplation,
Swift redemption with the accelerator.

Thankful prayers at the journey's end,
Payment made as alms for the poor,
Then a smile as he vanishes into light,
The driver sees the Blue Church again.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Lena scowled at the empty space in her living room. "Oh sure, thanks, I had fun too." She'd stayed awake, spilled a cup of perfectly good tea, and for what? A spirit with the noncorporeal equivalent of erectile dysfunction. Mostly she was fine being permanently on-call in the Veil. On nights like this, however, it sucked.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal.
The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“If you do not want to be forgotten as soon as you are dead...be read, or try coming back and pull the feet of those who are still alive instead!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot Love: When A Call From The Other Side Takes Its Own Side

“As an investigative journalist I am working most of the day with three computer screens in front me while musical vibrations are hitting my mid-brain by means of the headphone I am wearing. Recently I am started to see strange black, transparent smudges crossing my screens… from the corners of my eyes.
From now on I will call these remarkable moments;
"The Tandy-phenomena”
― Maria Anna van Driel, Our Mind in a Controlled Quantum Euclidean Space?

“Imagination and a little hard work will take you everywhere”
― B.A. Rose, The Ghost Convention ( A Daisy Sinclair Trilogy) Book One ): B.A. ROSE

“When We Are Small Children We See Ghosts!
Some Say They Are Guardian Angles,
Some Say It Is An Apparition Of A Relative,
The Rest Say,
Stop Believing Or People Will Think You Are Nuts!”
― James Hauenstein

“He might have been alive. He might have been dead. Either way, he looked as though he'd belonged to the graveyard for a long time.”
― Shel Danielson, The Bell Tower Ghosts and Other Stories

“Though there is no such thing as ghosts, paranormal experiences are often rooted in truth, which usually turns out to be of a psychological or environmental nature.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iman Insaniyat, Mazhab Muhabbat: Pani, Agua, Water, It's All One

“I did go to the Berliner Unterwelten. I couldn’t force myself to approach the main entrance. There he was, the constant companion, standing between me and the entrance. A group of tourists queuing before me took no notice of the fearsome oddity. No one else saw him but me. This had never happened to me before. I tried not to panic.”
― Salina Christmas, The Devil from the Deep: Part Six: The Constant Companion Tales

“Sarah, turn around,” Hagar whispered. “Look at the end of that wooden platform. In the shadow.”

I turned around and cast my eyes across the water to a darkened corner. On the wooden platform, her face lit from below by the lights, was me.

She looked like me, but she wasn’t me. She stood there, looking at us. The constant companion only appears when trouble is afoot. But he rarely takes the guise of his master. This was the second time he pulled this trick, after Berlin.

And I wasn’t even his master.”
― Salina Christmas, The Devil from the Deep: Part Six: The Constant Companion Tales