#haunt

Terror made me cruel . . . ↗

— Emily Brontë

#haunting #supernatural #terrorism

I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating. Where have you gone? Once you said that if I wasn't with you, it wouldn't be heaven. I can't let go of you. Come back and haunt me. Come back. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love-hurts #dreams

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#haunted #thoughts #dreams

We suffer primarily not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but by those images we have put in their place. ↗

— Daniel J. Boorstin

#illusions #images #our #place #primarily

Also there is a twist to the story as I'm being haunted and driven crazy, attacked and so on. All I seem to do is run and scream and cry in every scene. ↗

— Bo Derek

#attacked #being #crazy #cry #driven

I keep all my clothes on in House on Haunted Hill, Mary Jane's Last Dance, and The Way of the Gun. ↗

— Taye Diggs

#dance #gun #haunted #hill #house

Your law may be perfect, your knowledge of human affairs may be such as to enable you to apply it with wisdom and skill, and yet without individual acquaintance with men, their haunts and habits, the pursuit of the profession becomes difficult, slow, and expensive. ↗

— William Dunbar

#affairs #apply #becomes #difficult #enable

A lot of the problems I had with fame I was bringing on myself. A lot of self-loathing, a lot of woe-is-me. Now I'm learning to see the positive side of things, instead of, like, 'I can't go to Kmart. I can't take my kids to the haunted house.' ↗

— Eminem

#fame #go #had #haunted #house

I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne) ↗

— Kimberly Brockman

#haunting #nightmares #paranormal-romance #young-adult-fiction #dreams

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#beauty