Restless Spirits Quotes

“Once a year the Hattifatteners collect there before setting out again on their endless foraging expedition round the world. They come from all points of the compass, silent and serious with their small, white empty faces, and why they hold this yearly meeting it is difficult to say, as they can neither hear nor speak, and have no object in life but the distant goal of their journey's end. Perhaps they like to have a place where they feel at home and can rest a little and meet friends.”
― Tove Jansson, Finn Family Moomintroll

“The beauty in being so restless,
Racing minds breed wandering souls”
― Natalie Nascenzi, Out of Chaos

“Mostly the restless people of the valleys climb the tough peaks of the mountains! The rest, the peaceful ones always stay in the valleys! Adventure is the invention of restless minds!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I knew I would lose my job when I accidentally set fire to my best friend’s house.”
― Kathy Bryson

“I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted!”
― Kathy Bryson, Restless Spirits

“It wasn’t one event, but a series of events followed by years of research adjudicated by panels of experts and committees of laypeople until a decision was finally made: we’ve been going about handling dead people all wrong.”
― Eda J. Vor, Lay Her Ghosts to Rest

“Like the feeling of a carbonated beverage slipping down the throat, the bubbles rushing and popping as they make their descent, the air around a departed spirit fizzles, dissipating from a thick electric presence to an ephemeral blink of light and color, like the aftereffect of too many flash cameras going off at once.”
― Eda J. Vor, Lay Her Ghosts to Rest

“Been practicing ever since I managed to tackle you. I figured there must be something to your idea about strong feelings."
"Yeah. They can be hard to manufacture on demand, though."
"So far I've managed okay."
"Thinking about my dad usually gets it done for me. What about you? What do you think about?"
He looked at me for a long moment before he said, "You."
I didn't expect that answer. "Me? Really? Do I frustrate you that much?"
"Kissing you," he clarified. "I think about kissing you."
Oh. "Oh. Really?" I stood up and bumped into the table. It moved.
Joe looked at it and smiled. "You thinking about kissing me?"
"Well I am now."
He got up and came toward me. "Good.”
― Jean Marie Bauhaus, Restless Spirits

“Ghost Wail Square by Stewart Stafford

There's a place that canines shun,
In The Witching Hour stark,
Dogs wandering misty avenues,
Flee from Pandora's Park.

Nicknamed Ghost Wail Square,
Once whispered as Harlot's Row,
Twilight cobblestones flooded with blood,
Extinguished collusion's glow.

Blue bloodlust inflamed there,
In scented carriages and filthy lanes,
Carnivores at the butcher's block,
As they scattered ill-gotten gains.

At Devil's Hour, the horror peaks,
Death rattle knocks on doors,
As screams for mercy fill the air,
No rescue missions for whores.

A killer sheltered 'neath potent wings,
A skittish stranger to the noose,
Then sewn mouths shall speak,
As festering skeletons slip loose.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“What Walks By Night by Stewart Stafford

Jealous looks at earthly prowl,
Or unbound by fleshly form,
Seen under darkness’ cowl:
Agitated ghost or hellspawn?

Violence torments it from sleep,
Or trapped inside by exorcist bait,
Hexed glances corrupted, weep,
As redress or perdition state.

Jinxed trails of ashen flame,
Unheard wails for living aid,
Or gatecrash our human frame,
As night and sunrise trade.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford