“Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.”

You see, but you do not observe.

It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

Life, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.

We can’t command our love, but we can our actions.

I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.

The game is afoot.

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion.

Anything is better than stagnation.

Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.

Circumstantial evidence is a very tricky thing. It may seem to point very straight to one thing, but if you shift your own point of view a little, you may find it pointing in an equally uncompromising manner to something entirely different.

There are always some lunatics about. It would be a dull world without them.

One must wait till it comes.

I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.

We commit vanishing acts when things get too close. We flirt like lovers and love like ghosts.

I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.

One time I stayed at a haunted motel. When I checked into my room, there was a sheet on the floor, and I thought it was a ghost that had passed out, so I kicked it.

I know people who believe in ghosts but don’t believe in themselves.

He disappeared like a ghost in the night but I kept looking for him in the shadows of the moonlight.

He treated her like a ghost, not wonder her memory haunted him long after she was gone.

I hold a trembling fire in my heart, to burn the ghosts of broken regrets.