ghost

There__ a little angel on one of my shoulders saying that this is a wicked thing to do. Then there__ a little devil on my other shoulder, and she looks a lot like you.

In my experience, people who want to keep their painful injuries are using them as a crutch. They__e hiding from something.

None of this is his fault, but here we sit in the police station.

It's not the way I wanted to spend eternity with the man I love, but it will have to do. At least we are together.

Work like an angel, dress like a demon, live like a ghost, and dream like a human.

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.

Some dreams shouldn't be remembered.

Pesticide is meant to deal with pests as passion is to deal with unnecessary loss of interest! Passion kills the ghosts of "I can't".

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

Come in! come in !_ he sobbed.__athy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart__ darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

It's a shame, when I'm at the checkout line, and the cashier holds up my bill to the light, in search for a ghost president, or slashing a yellow marker to see if counterfeit. Even in money we can't be trusted. Makes we wonder whats next, will the government make a marker to slash our hand, or an x-ray we will have to walk through, to check if we have a dishonest heart or corrupt spirit?

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

_ remembered summer light, and the luminous inverted ghost of a boy with a parrot on his shoulder.

Nico knew something about ghosts. Letting them get inside your head was dangerous. He wanted to help Reyna, but since his own strategy was to deal with his problems alone, spurning anyone who tried to get close, he couldn__ exactly criticize Reyna for doing the same thing.

She walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders, I've seen ghosts brighter than her soul.