Apparition Quotes

“With respect to the books of the New Testament, particularly such parts as tell us of the resurrection and ascension of Christ, any person who could tell a story of an apparition, or of a man's walking, could have made such books; for the story is most wretchedly told.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason

“- the rusalka was kneeling beside Plain Kate on the deck. She was made of fog and shadow until Kate caught her eye, and then, all at once, she became human. She was young, mischievously sad, a fox in a story. Kate fell in love with her. And then she was gone.”
― Erin Bow, Plain Kate

“He has just come home, so exhausted that he feels soluble, as if he is evaporating into the air, so insubstantial that he feels not made of blood and bone but of vapor and fog, when he sees Willem standing before him. He opens his mouth to speak to him, but then he blinks and Willem is gone, and he is teetering, his arms stretched before him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and bending with some apparitional substance that could have been space and time if I’d known anything about physics.”
― Shannon Celebi, 1:32 P.M.

“You have never loved. That means your mind and your heart were preoccupied with other things, never awakening love within. You only create apparitions and give them pretty names. Your whole life until now you’ve been chasing apparitions, naming apparitions, interpreting apparitions, passing on and imposing apparitions. You have been too busy with them to ever love anyone or anything.” She paused once again, providing an air. “Merkaba, breathe… and understand. The complete absence of love is unforgivable.”
― Sabina Nore, Weird Genius: The Story of Your Ankh

“I was a woman strung together with glitter and wishes. A midnight apparition cast in the coldest winters. I would not be here tomorrow. But tonight I would drink champagne until my veins ran in golden, bubbling streams. I would dance until the ice in my heart melted. Kiss until my lips bruised. And I would live until it hurt.”
― M. A. Kuzniar