#haunting

It's haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction. ↗

— Wade Davis

#extinction #half #haunting #languages #realize

Something like The Haunting is not worth the slightest consideration from me. ↗

— Nigel Kneale

#haunting #like #me #slightest #something

Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#certain #fixed #haunting #here #movement

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#haunting #imaginative #inspirational #murder #personal-growth

Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#haunting #men

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#age

What moves me about...what's called technique...is that it comes from some mysterious deep place. I mean it can have something to do with the paper and the developer and all that stuff, but it comes mostly from some very deep choices somebody has made that take a long time and keep haunting them. ↗

— Diane Arbus

#diane-arbus #haunting #art

Behind a barbed-wire fence, a dirt road disappears into the distance in the pine trees and corners. Lost, dead roads, no ends or remaining purposes, power lines now dead and sagging and forgotten, grown high in weeds and young trees. The trees have entirely encased a speed limit sign, strange sight, nothing so pointless as a speed limit sign in the midst of dense woods, pointless and beautifully so. ↗

— Tim Gilmore

#feng-sui #geomancy #ghosts #hauntings #paranormal

Like almost every truly horrible thing that has ever happened in the history of our world, the end also began with a kiss. ↗

— Dennis Sharpe

#deep-thoughts #end-of-the-world #hauntingly-beautiful #truer-words-were-never-spoken #beauty

As Sandy and his wife warmed to the tale, one tripping up another in their eagerness to tell everything, it gradually developed as distinct a superstition as I ever heard, and not without poetry and pathos. How long it was since the voice had been heard first, nobody could tell with certainty. Jarvis's opinion was that his father, who had been coachman at Brentwood before him, had never heard anything about it, and that the whole thing had arisen within the last ten years, since the complete dismantling of the old house: which was a wonderfully modern date for a tale so well authenticated. According to these witnesses, and to several whom I questioned afterwards, and who were all in perfect agreement, it was only in the months of November and December that "the visitation" occurred. During these months, the darkest of the year, scarcely a night passed without the recurrence of these inexplicable cries. Nothing, it was said, had ever been seen - at least nothing that could be identified. Some people, bolder or more imaginative than the others, had seen the darkness moving, Mrs Jarvis said with unconscious poetry. ("The Open Door") ↗

— Margaret Oliphant

#ghost #haunting #superstition #dating