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"In i aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, merely nosotros create them. We haunt ourselves."
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

"I woke upward as the sun was reddening; and that was the one singled-out fourth dimension in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from habitation, 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 erstwhile 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 nearly 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, On the Road

"The house smelled musty and clammy, and a picayune sweet, as if information technology were haunted past the ghosts of long-expressionless cookies."
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

"At present I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business organisation, that'due south what."
― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

"He was trying to tell me something."
Derek snorted. "Aren't they all? Must exist a dominion in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you're in the middle of a dire pronouncement."
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

"I want to survive this earth that keeps trying to destroy me."
― Leigh Bardugo, 9th House

"Be hole, be grit, exist dream, be wind/Be night, exist nighttime, exist wish, be mind,/At present slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between."
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

"The people y'all love get ghosts inside of you, and similar this yous proceed them alive."
― Rob Montgomery

"The ORDINARY RESPONSE TO ATROCITIES is to banish them from consciousness. Certain violations of the social compact are too terrible to utter aloud: this is the significant of the give-and-take unspeakable.

Atrocities, however, refuse to be cached. Equally as powerful as the desire to deny atrocities is the conviction that denial does not work. Folk wisdom is filled with ghosts who refuse to rest in their graves until their stories are told. Murder will out. Remembering and telling the truth most terrible events are prerequisites both for the restoration of the social society and for the healing of individual victims.

The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the primal dialectic of psychological trauma. People who have survived atrocities often tell their stories in a highly emotional, contradictory, and fragmented style that undermines their brownie and thereby serves the twin imperatives of truth-telling and secrecy. When the truth is finally recognized, survivors can begin their recovery. But far as well oft secrecy prevails, and the story of the traumatic issue surfaces not as a verbal narrative merely as a symptom.

The psychological distress symptoms of traumatized people simultaneously call attention to the existence of an unspeakable clandestine and deflect attention from it. This is most apparent in the fashion traumatized people alternate betwixt feeling numb and reliving the event. The dialectic of trauma gives rise to complicated, sometimes uncanny alterations of consciousness, which George Orwell, one of the committed truth-tellers of our century, called "doublethink," and which mental health professionals, searching for calm, precise language, phone call "dissociation." It results in protean, dramatic, and often bizarre symptoms of hysteria which Freud recognized a century ago every bit disguised communications nearly sexual abuse in childhood. . . ."
― Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Corruption to Political Terror

"I shall not commit the fashionable stupidity of regarding everything I cannot explicate as a fraud.

—address to the Club for Psychical Research in England"
― C.Thousand. Jung

"Censor is no more than the dead speaking to united states of america."
― Jim Carroll

"Oh, very good,' interrupted Snape, his lip curling. 'Yes, it is piece of cake to run into that virtually half dozen years of magical teaching have non been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent."
― J. Chiliad. Rowling, Harry Potter and the One-half-Blood Prince

"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 equally a comic relief. Ghost Whisperer Inferior. Or Ghost Screamer, more than similar it. Melody in, every week, every bit Chloe Saunders runs screaming from yet another ghost looking for her assist."
Okay, superpower might be pushing it."
― Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

"The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come up uninvited."
― Stephen Rex, Handbag of Bones

"I need someone who can be invisible, who can become a ghost. Practise y'all recall you lot can do that?"

I'm already a ghost, she idea. I died in the hold of a slaver ship.
"i think and then."
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

"He believed in magic, similar a kid, and in ghosts, like a peasant."
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

"Hazel frowned. "Why that i?"

"Yous don't encounter the ghost?" Frank asked.

"Ghost?" Nico asked.

Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely incorrect."
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

"Do you really want to know where we come from?" she said. "In every century, in every country, they'll phone call us something different. They'll say we're ghosts, angels, demons, elemental spirits, and giving us a proper noun doesn't help anybody. When did a name change what someone is?"
― Brenna Yovanoff, The Replacement

"Did you know sometimes it frightens me--
when you say my name and I can't see you?
volition y'all ever larn to materialize before you speak?
impetuous boy, if that'due south what you really are.
how many centuries since yous've climbed a balcony
or do you exercise this every night with someone else?
you lot tell me that you'll never leave
and I am almost agape to believe it.
why is information technology me you've called to follow?
did you like the manner I look when I am sleeping?
was my pilus more than fun to tangle?
are my dreams more entertaining?
do you lot laugh when I'm lament that I'm all alone?
where were yous when I searched the sea
for a friend to talk to me?
in a yr where will you be?
is it plenty for yous to steal into my mind
filling upward my page with music written in my mitt
you know I'll accept the credit for I must have fabricated you come to me somehow.
but please try to shut the curtains when you get out at dark,
or I'll have to find someone to stay and warm me.
will you always attend my midnight tea parties--
equally long as I gear up information technology at your identify?
if i day your sugar sits untouched
will you lot have gone forever?
would yous miss me in a thousand years--
when you will dry out another's tears?
but you say y'all'll never leave me
and I wonder if you'll accept the decency
to pass through my wall to the next room
while I clothes for dinner
but when I'm stuck in chat
with stuffed shirts whose admiration
hurts my ears,
where are you lot and so?
tin can't you lot cutting in when I dance with other men?
information technology's too late non to interfere with my life
you've already fabricated me a most unsuitable wife
for any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept with
and you tin't merely fly into people's bedrooms
then expect them to calmly moving ridge farewell
you've changed the course of history
and didn't fifty-fifty endeavour
where are yous now--
standing behind me,
taking my manus?
come and remind me
who you are
have yous traveled far
are you made of stardust too
are the angels after you
tell me what I am to practise
but until then I'll relieve your side of the bed
just come and sing me to sleep"
― Emilie Autumn

"All right, you deadly little ghostlings," I muttered. "Mama says go back to bed! - Cat"
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

"Fucking nightmares.

My middle starts to slow downwardly. Glancing down at the floor, I come across Tybalt, who is glaring at me with a puffed-up tail. I wonder if he had been sleeping on my breast and I catapulted him off when I woke up. I don't think, just I wish that I did, because it would've been hilarious."
― Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood

"Ghosts have a way of misleading you; they can brand your thoughts as heavy every bit branches afterwards a tempest."
― Rebecca Maizel, Infinite Days

"One demand not be a chamber to be haunted,
Ane need non be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Cloth identify.

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'south own self run across
In lonesome identify.

Ourself, backside ourself concealed,
Should startle virtually;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror'southward least.

The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near."
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

"The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did."
― L.G. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

"Every city is a ghost.
New buildings rising upon the bones of the old then that each shiny steel bean, each belfry of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of these former incarnations in the awkward bending of a street or filigreed gate, an one-time oak door peeking out from a new facade, the plaque commemorating the spot that was once a battleground, which became a saloon and is now a park."
― Libba Bray, Lair of Dreams

"I assure y'all; while I look like a ghost, I'thou no spirit or demon. I'grand goose egg but a daughter struggling to make her way in an intolerant globe. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll dice."
― Leanna Renee Hieber, The Strangely Beautiful Tale of Miss Percy Parker

"Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to sympathise what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go!
And so he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The unabridged glacier shuddered. Ghosts roughshod to their knees. Behind Percy, a wave surged up from the bay-a wall of gray h2o even taller than the glacier. Water shot from the chasms and crevices in the ice. As the wave hit, the dorsum half of the camp crumbled. The entire edge of the glacier peeled away, cascading into the void-carrying buildings, ghosts, and Percy Jackson over the border."
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

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