Phantoms Quotes

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“Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.”
Sophocles, Ajax

“There were days so clear and skies so brilliant blue, with white clouds scudding across them like ships under full sail, and she felt she could lift right off the ground. One moment she was ambling down a path, and the next thing she knew, the wind would take hold of her, like a hand pushing against her back. Her feet would start running without her even willing it, even knowing it. And she would run faster and faster across the prairie, until her heart jumped like a rabbit and her breath came in deep gasps and her feet barely skimmed the ground.
It felt good to spend herself this way. The air tasted fresh and delicious; it smelled like damp earth, grass, and flowers. And her body felt strong, supple, and hungry for more of everything life could serve up.
She ran and felt like one of the animals, as though her feet were growing up out of the earth. And she knew what they knew, that sometimes you ran just because you could, because of the way the rush of air felt on your face and how your legs reached out, eating up longer and longer patches of ground.
She ran until the blood pounded in her ears, so loud that she couldn't hear the voices that said, You're not good enough, You're not old enough, You're not beautiful or smart or loveable, and you will always be alone.
She ran because there were ghosts chasing her, shadows that pursued her, heartaches she was leaving behind. She was running for her life, and those phantoms couldn't catch her, not here, not anywhere. She would outrun fear and sadness and worry and shame and all those losses that had lined up against her like a column of soldiers with their guns shouldered and ready to fire. If she had to, she would outrun death itself.
She would keep on running until she dropped, exhausted. Then she would roll over onto her back and breathe in the endless sky above her, sun glinting off her face.
To be an animal, to have a body like this that could taste, see hear, and fly through space, to lie down and smell the earth and feel the heat of the sun on your face was enough for her. She did not need anything else but this: just to be alive, cool air caressing her skin, dreaming of Ivy and what might be ahead.”
Pamela Todd, The Blind Faith Hotel

Pierre-Simon Laplace
“L'homme ne poursuit que des chimères. (Man follows only phantoms.)

{His true last words, according to Augustus De Morgan.}”
Pierre-Simon Laplace

C. JoyBell C.
“When you trust and you lose— it is because you were wrong to trust and what you believed was merely a phantom. But when you doubt and you lose— it is because in your wanting so much not to be wrong, you lost something that was entirely beautiful for you. More is lost, in the end, by those who doubt. I would rather lose the phantom.”
C. JoyBell C.

Linda Hogan
“Not only are there before and after, but there are also beginnings and returns. Not only is there the creation of the humans, formed of corn or clay, with a breath of wind or a god, but there are mythic destinies. Sometimes myth is formed by the body and what happens to it, especially in the realm of pain, depth, and birth. Phantoms of generations past are in our bodies. These explain us to ourselves.”
Linda Hogan, The Woman Who Watches Over the World: A Native Memoir

James Joyce
“And it was the din of all these hollow-sounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms. He gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Marcel Schwob
“Do not be surprised,' she said. 'It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.”
Marcel Schwob, The Book of Monelle

“Women's regular bleeding engenders phantoms.”

Emma Goldman
“The triumph of the philosophy of Atheism is to free man from the nightmare of gods; it means the dissolution of the phantoms of the beyond.”
Emma Goldman

Shion Miura
“However much food you ate, as long as you were alive, you would experience hunger again, and words, however you managed to capture them, would disperse again like phantoms into the void.”
Shion Miura, The Great Passage

Charles Nodier
“In another world,' he said, lowering his voice; I remember... was it not in another world, in a life which was not in thrall to sleep and its phantoms?...”
Charles Nodier, Smarra & Trilby

Claude Debussy
“Un artiste est par définition un homme habitué au rêve et qui vit parmi des fantômes.”
Claude Debussy

M.F. Moonzajer
“We do remember once we were wrong sacrificing everything for idols and stones likewise today for ghost and phantoms.”
M.F. Moonzajer

Clive Barker
“The presence of phantoms – everywhere – their faces, ripe with need and unspent passion, trailing their hunger like pollen from flowers that were past their hour but refused to wither and disappear.”
Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

Gabriel García Márquez
“During the luncheon he paid attention to no one except his own phantoms.”
Gabriel García Márquez, The General in His Labyrinth

James Hauenstein
“When We Are Small Children We See Ghosts!
Some Say They Are Guardian Angles,
Some Say It Is An Apparition Of A Relative,
The Rest Say,
Stop Believing Or People Will Think You Are Nuts!”
James Hauenstein