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

The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.

The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning.

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

So all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

The dogma of the Ghost in the machine.

If you go into an underground train in London – probably anywhere, but chiefly in London – there’s that sense of almost entering a ghostly dimension. People are very still and quiet; they don’t exchange many pleasantries.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.

Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.

On nights I cant sleep, your ghost puts me back to sleep.

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.