“Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.”

“The more rational statement is that we feel sorry because we cry, angry because we strike, afraid because we tremble, and not that we cry, strike, or tremble, because we are sorry, angry, or fearful, as the case may be. Without the bodily states following on the perception, the latter would be purely cognitive in form, pale, colorless, destitute of emotional warmth.”

William James (1842–1910) American philosopher, psychologist, and pragmatist

“Go where we may, rest where we will,
Eternal London haunts us still.”

Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter

“I'le delight in Vales, near pleasant Floods,
And unrenown'd, haunt Rivers, Hills and Woods.”

John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic

“I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.”

D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930) English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter

“Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.”

Mitch Albom (1958) American author

“Two lovers move in the crowd like a link of music,
We press upon them, we hold them, and let them pass;
A chord of music strikes us and straight we tremble;
We tremble like wind-blown grass.”

Conrad Aiken (1889–1973) American novelist and poet

“There was no city, no town, no village, no wood, where the temples of the gods were unbroken. When Sureshavari, varaha and others were broken, the world trembled, but not so the mind of the wicked king. He forgot his kingly duties and took delight day and night in breaking images.”

Sikandar Butshikan

“From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Romantic poet

“Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.”

Lois Lowry book Number the Stars