Ghost Quotes

“Giving his life for another means nothing to him, because he can always have more, but for you, he'll give up his soul.”
― Carole Cummings, Ghost

“Have it your way, then. Pretend you don't hear your own voice inside the din. Pretend its not telling you things you don't want to know. Pretend that your deepest, most secret wish isn't that someone would love you like you know Malick can, if you let him.”
― Carole Cummings, Ghost

“Oh, shut the fuck up," Malick grated. "That right there--that's what I've always hated about this business. That's what made me want to walk away from every one of you and never have to deal with you again. Immortality doesn't make us better, it makes us afraid to lose it. Power doesn't make us superior, it makes us lazy. We're supposed to be the teachers of mortals, we're supposed to guide them to keep the laws of the gods, and yet when those laws were broken by our own kind, I asked for justice and found I stood alone.”
― Carole Cummings, Ghost

“Blood is Blood," she said, wary now. "There are many things that can take the love in one's heart and change it, but very few that can wipe it out altogether. Even if we might wish it.”
― Carole Cummings, Ghost

“Yeah, yeah, big bad Temshiel. Destroyer of lives, seducer of innocents, and kicker of puppies." Malick rolled his eyes. "Honestly, what have they been teaching you?”
― Carole Cummings, Ghost

“These people.... talked. All the time. And Malick especially.
Bloody magpies, all of them, even Samin sometimes. Jacin couldn't understand it. Couldn't understand how they could just... say things, give them power through spoken words. Give him power by letting him hear them. Spilling life stories through random conversation, and they didn't even have the slightest idea who he was, let alone what he might do with it all. Letting parts of their lives just spew out their mouths like it didn't matter that it all gained strength with each breath.
Hemorrhaging words. All of them. Didn't they know words were power? They all seemed like intelligent people--didn't they know that voicing the things inside you, letting another know, was handing that power over, betraying yourself, and if you betrayed yourself to the wrong person....
Maybe that was it--maybe none of them had ever shown another everything they had inside them and had it all turned back on them, used against them. That, he could understand.
He'd been naive once too.”
― Carole Cummings, Ghost