Dick Cavett Quotes

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.

Ghosts exist.

I like to say I believe in ghosts so I don't get haunted by one.

I always wanted to live in a haunted house.

I don't necessarily not believe in ghosts, but I've never seen a ghost. A ghost has never jumped out and been like, 'Hey, how's it going?'

People keep asking if I believe in ghosts. If you're talking about poltergeists and weird, supernatural phenomena, not really.

In a ghost story, usually you've got to hang on until daylight, and you'll be alright. But if daylight's four months away, then you have a problem.

I have thought that I have seen ghosts on many occasions.

Everyone has a ghost story, or at least that's how it has always seemed to me.

If you fear phantoms, you're like a child frightened of seeing things in the dark.

I want to believe in ghosts. I love ghost stories.

I always loved ghost stories and haunted house stories, whether they were done in a fantasy way or done in a realistic way.

Spirits want to be heard. That's why they're not at rest.

I don't know if I would ever sleep well again if I actually saw a ghost. If they exist, that's fine. I just don't want to see one.

I just don't want to believe in ghosts, ghouls and spirits.

Ghosts are all around us. Look for them, and you will find them.

I've had a few ghostly encounters.

Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

Ive never been a big believer in ghosts or the spirit world, and for me, that was part of the point of the movie, ... What the Ghostbusters represented was the triumph of human courage and human ingenuity. People create their own monsters. Our fears come from within us, not outside.

Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. There must be Ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea.... We are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.

Ghosts, we hope, may be always with us - that is, never too far out of the reach of fancy. On the whole, it would seem they adapt themselves well, perhaps better than we do, to changing world conditions - they enlarge their domain, shift their hold on our nerves, and, dispossessed of one habitat, set up house in another. The universal battiness of our century looks like providing them with a propitious climate.

I love ghosts, I prefer ghosts to some people.

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.