Paranormal Quotes

He knew what the thing was going to do next. It was going to climb the hood slowly, toying with them before crushing in the windshield and eating them all alive.

~ Melissa Eskue Ousley

Tonight she was just plain Liz, nobody extraordinary, paranormal, or otherwise.Tomorrow, that would change.

~ Eli Hinze

He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. “Weboth know I’m not a gentleman.”“Yeah. Okay, let me out. I’m tired.”“There’s something else,” he said, and I groaned.“What now?”“This.” He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers weresandwiched between us. His eyeslooked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion.“Oh, no, you don’t!” I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hardagainst his chest; it was like shovinga tree.“Yes,” he said very softly, leaning down. “Yes, I do.

~ Cate Tiernan

In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss of a dream. I'm sorry. 'You're not alone, I just wanted you to know that. And someday, when I have my powers back and am free, I'm going to do some serious damage to the people who've hurt you.

~ Kimberly Kinrade

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office.

~ Kimberly Kinrade

What would angel lips taste like? Sunshine? Marshmallows? Or something altogether different? Maybe buttered-popcorn jelly beans.

~ Lisa M. Basso

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.

~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

~ Alexia Purdy

To know of the existence of evil, true evil that corrupted the world, had forever altered her heart and mind. If she had chosen a different path, she wouldn't have slept another night. Her head would have been restless as she thought only of the horrors that might be creeping outside her door, waiting to rend her flesh. She would not live a life as the hunted; she would be the hunter.

~ Andrea Cremer

He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

~ Sophie Jordan

Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with.

~ E.j. Stevens

I once knew a girl who was like a dying rainbow. Her colors were incomparable, her countenance a whirlwind of brilliance. As much as she shone, however, she faded into nothingness, at times so quickly that I was unsure whether she had existed at all.

~ Charity Santiago

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

~ E.j. Stevens

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

~ Ashley Madau

Saw a show on Discovery Channel that talked about how energy and matter can't be destroyed. It can only change and that got me thinking that maybe there is something more than just this life. Dying might just be a transformation of energy.

~ Joshua Jones

So much for a great opening speech, that sucker done tucked tail and is hiding in the deepest part of my brain, sucking its thumb.

~ Brandy Nacole

People ask me where I got my x-ray powers. I inherited them from my parents in parental supervision. Erase the dots and your doubts if you think that I was 'raysed' alone.

~ Ana Claudia Antunes

Now with her eyes closed and fist clenched at her side. She was as off balanced as he was. Lilith took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked at Ian and did what took every ounce of will power she had, she walked away and out the doors. Ian watched as Lilith left the study and was shocked. He wanted her and she walked away from him. Then anger stormed his emotions and now he was royally pissed off. He was getting fucking tired of the cold and hot treatment she was giving him. Why the hell was she running?

~ Shadowstorm Norwicca

It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.

~ Rod Serling

Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.

~ Gregory J. Saunders

The world was healing itself.

~ Anthony Horowitz

My death granted immortality.With one look, I knew he’d be my undoing…” Forgotten, book #1 of the Fate Trilogy

~ Sarah J. Pepper

Meet Logan Jackson, smug, self-entitled, proud, arrogant, trust-fund brat.

~ Ali Harper

Never forget that time is the most valuable thing we can spend, so don't throw it away!

~ Kerry Oneal

The wolf had begun hunting human prey. They were plentiful in the dark city streets and provided enough good meat to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was still very careful not to let any who saw him live. To do otherwise would displease the Master. He would only stalk those people that were foolish enough to walk alone in the night

~ Brian S. Ference

I never said you had to like it. You have to accept it. No regret. - Clare Harding From the current book in writing BUMPKIN by Lani Brown.

~ Lani Brown

My whole life changed after I drowned and died in the flood.

~ Kerry Alan Denney

It felt oily inside her head. There were strings of Xavier Stancliff caught inside of her, holding on and spiderwebbing out as he plotted and waited and thought: this is all the bitch deserves. Swallowing, Sandra pushed herself off the bed. It was late and the room was dark. She could see the bundled lump of Jack beneath his own covers. He’d left the television on and the light flickered down the tiny hall. Shadows danced and Sandra shivered as she left the room.In another life, she would have told Danny and Jack about the man. Danny would have whispered, “It’s alright,” and smoothed back her hair from her face and kissed her, lips dry and coarse on her forehead. Then he and Jack would’ve left while she was sleeping. They would’ve trampled the flowers and climbed into Xavier Stanliff’s window and when Sandra woke up there would have been one less man in the world.

~ Angele Gougeon

It happened during the winter of 1973, when evenings rang out stillborn from far across the weathered moorland, and snow fell hard and heavy and clung atop the peppered veins of nature’s tough bracken, all picture-postcard like.

~ Jordan Mason

There is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. We are who we are.

~ Isaiyan Morrison

Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.

~ Hunter Shea

Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it. She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer into focus.

~ Hunter Shea

It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

~ Hunter Shea

Which grave are we in? she said. The oldest. She felt Eddie's puzzlement. That can't be possible. He looks like he was just buried. There must be something at work in the chemistry of the island that's preserving his body. It's like the incorruptibles, bodies that weren't preserved in any special way that don't decay. Catholic saints like Bernadette and Padre Pio are said not to have decomposed even though they died a long, long time ago. Environmental factors can cause a kind of mummification. Jessica said, or thought, This is bizarre. I'm getting a lesson on mummification while in the coffin of a dead man.

~ Hunter Shea

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

~ William Peter Blatty

I have no powers of my own. I'm a dud.

~ Deborah Barreto

What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

~ Rick Chiantaretto

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

~ Rick Chiantaretto

I didn't panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn't feel like I was holding my breath - it was more like I had no lungs.

~ Rick Chiantaretto

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

~ Rick Chiantaretto