“May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.”

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.

I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Terror made me cruel.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

I always wanted to live in a haunted house.

Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?

And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.

It doesn’t matter where I run to my demons will haunt me wherever I go.

If each dead person became a ghost, there’d be more than 100 billion of them haunting us all. Creepy, but cool.

I do not regret the mistakes that I’ve made. But the freedom I gave them to haunt me.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.