Jeaniene Frost Quotes

People keep asking if I believe in ghosts. If you're talking about poltergeists and weird, supernatural phenomena, not really.

When you ghost hunt, you kind of time travel: you get that residue of the past.

Do I believe in ghosts? Of course I do. So do you. Deep in the souls of the most sophisticated of us is lurking a fear of the supernatural which all the discoveries of scientists cannot eradicate.

The world is full of ghosts, and some of them are still people.

I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead.

So many horrid Ghosts.

There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

I fully believe in ghosts. I have, my entire life. The first house I ever lived in was haunted. There was a grave of a man in the backyard. I was just a baby then, but my parents would tell me that every night, at the same time, they would hear someone walking up the stairs.

I believe in ghosts now because of New Orleans. I never did before. I was so skeptical, but now I've seen one, which sounds insane, but it's true.

Now about those ghosts. I'm sure they're here and I'm not half so alarmed at meeting up with any of them as I am at having to meet the live nuts I have to see every day.

I think there are probably ghosts in the world. I have not seen one but I feel like I felt the presence of one. In Korea there's been a superstition that ghosts love music, so they're always in a studio or a dance-training place.

I like to dim the lights and talk about the ghosts I've known and invite other people to tell me their stories.

Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights That flash on dank morasses, the quick wind That smites us by the roadside—are the Night's Innumerable children. Unconfined By shroud or coffin, disembodied souls, Uneasy spirits, steal into the air From festering graveyards when the curfew tolls At the day's death... And wheresoever murders have been done, In stately palaces or lonesome woods, Where'er a soul has sold itself and lost Its high inheritance, there, hovering, broods Some sad, invisible, accurséd Ghost!

Sorry, we've got ghosts.

I see ghosts everywhere, and that is partially a function of my being incredibly near-sighted and reading way too late into the night.

Houses are not haunted. We are haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves, our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts.

In my experience, ghosts are made up only of the living, people you know are out there but are forever out of range

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

There's a difference between what I call a dumb ghost and a smart ghost. The smart ghost is Hamlet's father - you know, he says, "Get revenge, my son!" That's incredibly rare. It's much more the grey lady in the same place everyday, moving across the floor.

My house used to be haunted, but the ghosts haven't been back since the night I tried on all my wigs.

I love ghosts, I prefer ghosts to some people.

You want to know whether I believe in ghosts? Of course I do not believe in them. If you had known as many of them as I have, you would not believe in them either.

we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.

I believe in ghosts and spirits, and I believe that they can possess you.

There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.