Paranormal Suspense Quotes

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

~ Terri Herman-Poncé

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

~ E.j. Stevens

As long as you have a beating heart, it's never too late. But you do need to get on with it [. . .] every second you squander is an affront to an unforgiving universe.

~ Andrea Waltz

Close your mouth Lily, you look like a codfish.I can't help it. This place looks like something out of medieval times. I'm surprised there aren't rushes on the floor or half-dressed serving wenches carrying trenchers of food.Read Harlequin much?Shut up. There's nothing wrong with romance novels. You could learn something from them you know.Sean's mouth curved into a slow, seductive grin. He let his fingers drift casually along the side of her arm, deliberately grazing the edge of her breast. Could I now?

~ Marianne Morea

I know you’re afraid of me. I can smell your fear, and I actually kind of like it.

~ Krystyna Allyn

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem...

~ P.w. Creighton

Have you been hitting the wine or my mother's brownies again?

~ Terri Herman-Poncé

Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who knew which one would come out in a toss-up?

~ Mina Khan

Red glowing eyes... No one could see her. No one could hear her. No one was coming to save her. Because Death had come sooner than expected.

~ Humairaa Anseline

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored...

~ Sarah Kernochan

Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.

~ Christopher Farnsworth

The Boogeyman,' he said, just to be sure. 'The Boogeyman killed an employee of the President of the United States.'The president nodded.Some days, Zach thought, I really hate this job.

~ Christopher Farnsworth

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.

~ Amanda Stevens