Science fiction is no more written for scientists that ghost stories are written for ghosts.
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Guys are coming straight from work, paint all over their clothes. Some guys have so much sheet rock or plaster on them they look like ghosts. You shouldn't play golf dressed like a construction worker.
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I think the ghosts of the past, the ghosts of colonial rule, the ghosts of the failure of his government to transform into a democratic government, the same manner that Mandela and others tried to transform into democratic governments, is one that haunts him
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We chased a lot of our ghosts away.
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Like a moth to a flame we become helpless to the beautiful ghosts that true love sheds
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This is a more specialized question. What might ghosts and spirits in San Diego say to us about this place we call home?
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[Leningrad] sits astride the Neva, frozen in time, a haunting mélange of pale hues, glorious façades and teeming ghosts.
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This was the holy of holies and you only got called in here because it was good news or bad news. There are lots of ghosts here.
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I am a dare devil girl, who can even scare ghosts. During shooting, everybody tried to scare me but failed. However, I avoid watching scary movies because I feel so eerie.
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Some people are just suspicious of murders and ghosts, but those (suspicions) aren't really material to the house.
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.. So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.
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Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines
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This certainly removes some of the stain. They have carried into the future all the ghosts of the Black Sox and this whole Second City thing. They have been in the shadow of all of that forever.
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I asked them if these were good ghosts or bad ghosts, and if they were good ghosts why it was a problem.
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You don't know who you will see from one room to the next. You may have someone come in and interrupt and take things off-track. There's the element of surprise: You know you will be seeing ghosts, but you don't know in what context you will see them.
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After the battle, many new ghosts cry, The solitary old man murmurs in his grief.
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They're like ghosts - there one second and gone the next.
My interest in the potency of fear comes from my Taiwanese childhood in which fear of ghosts was used to shape my values.
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Ghosts do frighten me but I think it is really a fear of the unknown. It is also the way that I was raised as a child in the Asian culture to believe in their existence. Yes, there is such a thing, their image changes, depending on my own state of being. I think ghosts have the ability to change form.
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You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
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In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
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The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
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Nothing is a masterpiece - a real masterpiece - till it's about two hundred years old. A picture is like a tree or a church, you've got to let it grow into a masterpiece. Same with a poem or a new religion. They begin as a lot of funny words. Nobody knows whether they're all nonsense or a gift from heaven. And the only people who think anything of 'em are a lot of cranks or crackpots, or poor devils who don't know enough to know anything. Look at Christianity. Just a lot of floating seeds to start with, all sorts of seeds. It was a long time before one of them grew into a tree big enough to kill the rest and keep the rain off. And it's only when the tree has been cut into planks and built into a house and the house has got pretty old and about fifty generations of ordinary lumpheads who don't know a work of art from a public convenience, have been knocking nails in the kitchen beams to hang hams on, and screwing hooks in the walls for whips and guns and photographs and calendars and measuring the children on the window frames and chopping out a new cupboard under the stairs to keep the cheese and murdering their wives in the back room and burying them under the cellar flags, that it begins even to feel like a religion. And when the whole place is full of dry rot and ghosts and old bones and the shelves are breaking down with old wormy books that no one could read if they tried, and the attic floors are bulging through the servants' ceilings with old trunks and top-boots and gasoliers and dressmaker's dummies and ball frocks and dolls-houses and pony saddles and blunderbusses and parrot cages and uniforms and love letters and jugs without handles and bridal pots decorated with forget-me-nots and a piece out at the bottom, that it grows into a real old faith, a masterpiece which people can really get something out of, each for himself. And then, of course, everybody keeps on saying that it ought to be pulled down at once, because it's an insanitary nuisance.
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For, from the time that the Bishop of Rome had gotten to be acknowledged for bishop universal, by pretence of succession to St. Peter, their whole hierarchy, or kingdom of darkness, may be compared not unfitly to the kingdom of fairies; that is, to the old wives' fables in England concerning ghosts and spirits, and the feats they play in the night. And if a man consider the original of this great ecclesiastical dominion, he will easily perceive that the papacy is no other than the ghost of the deceased Roman Empire, sitting crowned upon the grave thereof: for so did the papacy start up on a sudden out of the ruins of that heathen power.
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Materializations are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.
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