ghosts

Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they had that attention and those answers, they complained about them.

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.

How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?

The butterflies swirl again in Sera__ stomach. Perhaps they have brought along fireflies too, to light up her soul.

He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn__ sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might__e been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah__ heart, leaving footprints behind that he__ never seen.

She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it__ winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?

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

He who has lived and thought can't helpdespising people in his soul;him who has felt disturbs the ghost of irrecoverable days;for him there are no more enchantments;him does the snake of memories, him does repentance bite.

Words themselves are all the ghosts we need.

Decades after little Colleen__ death, my sister Kathy still loves her daughter dearly. Colleen was born with cerebral palsy. She died in Kath__ arms in a rocking chair at the age of six. They were listening to a music box that looked very much like a smiling pink bunny.The opening quote in this book, __ will love you forever, but I__l only miss you for the rest of my life,_ is from Kath__ nightly prayers to her child.Colleen couldn__ really talk or walk very well, but loved untying my mother__ tennis shoes and then laughing. When Mom died decades later we sent her off in tennis shoes so Colleen would have something to untie in Heaven.In the meantime, Dad had probably been taking really good care of her up there. He must have been aching to hug her for all of her six years on earth.Mom__ spirit comes back to play with great grandchildren she__ never met or had a chance to love while she was still _ I almost said __mong the living._ In my family, though, the dead don__ always stay that way. You can be among the living without technically being alive. Mom comes back to play, but Dad shows up only in emergencies. They are both watching over their loved ones.__he Mourning After_ is dedicated to all those we have had the joy of loving before they__e slipped away to the other side.It then celebrates the joy of re-unions.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

True love is like ghosts which many believe in, but few have seen.

MURRY: I believe in a lot of things. Santa Claus, magic, vampires, and even ghosts but I don't believe in luck. Good or bad.

you want to knowwhether i believe in ghostsof course i do not believe in themif you had knownas many of them as i haveyou would notbelieve in them either

And the kids?""Quincy, nothing. All she wants to do is look for Saturn's rings and bring home every creature from the pound. Nelson, though, he's..." She looked at Nicholas. "He's like you. Gifted, but ignorant."Nicholas bristled, "I'm not ignorant.""You are about magic.""That's because I don't believe in magic.""Nicholas," She stopped, hands on hips, waiting until he turned around. "You're haunted. You see the dead. How can you not believe in magic?

It doesn__ matter whether you believe in ghosts. The ghosts believe in you.

How do you feel when you read stuff written by dead authors? A visit by a ghost?

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved.