It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.
When you see the ghost of your past, it is not trying to scare you, but to remind you to keep moving forward.
A ghost is someone who hasn't made it — in other words, who died, and they don't know they're dead.
Sometimes, the past should be abandoned, yes. Life is a journey and you can't carry everything with you. Only the usable baggage.
I don't believe in ghosts, but they blindly believe in me.
The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.
Ghosts don't haunt people — their memories do.
The ghostly presence of my past was scattered all around.
Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting's sake — much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts.
Ghosts are real, but they don't exist. They exist but they aren't real.
The eyes are not responsible when the mind does the seeing.
We are all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
We are, each of us, a multitude.
A house with old furniture has no need of ghosts to be haunted.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
To confront a person with his own shadow is to show him his own light.
I am haunted by humans.