Novel & Cerita Quotes From Ghost In The Shell

“But you know nothing.” “Then tell me.” Finally, he looked at her. The scars on his face caught the low light, hard and merciless. But his eyes… his eyes looked tired. “Some ghosts,” he said softly, “kill you twice. Once when they leave. Again when they come back.” Leora’s heart stuttered. She reached for his hand, but he rolled away, wheels grinding against the marble as he disappeared into the dark. --- The next day, the house buzzed with preparation. Trucks came and went, crates unloaded, weapons stockpiled. War moved through the halls like a living thing.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

A dry and rough voice that was like sandpaper across one’s face said in with a hard tone toward the ghostly figure. “I didn’t confront him directly, you fool! I just use all of my remaining power to influence those people within the room that has the system no! my soul parasites within their bodies to do my bidding! And I already burned all of their souls when they died so there is no trace that he could use to trace us back here!” The ghostly figure retorts. A figure in a ragged robe looks at the ghostly figure with his green glowing and uncaring eyes before he shows a thing within his hand.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

That is just disgusting I said looking at the dead body, the head looks familiar I have seen it somewhere but don't know where I can't put my finger on it I watch The body , I don't feel scared anymore, ' what if his ghost comes to disturb you my inner goodness said, I ignored her, there's no such thing as ghost . I i placed it into a trash bin. What a shame he was wasted for my sake, I felt pity, I felt guilt. Why do people have to kill each other just to pass a message? This is the 21st century. People can easily call someone and threaten them over the phone rather than killing people. This is just stupidity.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

“You did that yourself.” Her laugh rips out, sharp and ugly, echoing across the concrete. “Don’t you dare put this on me.” Her hand shakes, just a little, but she steadies it with the other. She points the gun harder, like she wants to shove the barrel through me with sheer will. “He loved me. He chose me. And you—” Her mouth twists, her eyes glittering with something unstable. “You are a ghost.” The word slams into me like a fist. My throat burns, but I don’t look away. “Maybe,” I whisper. My voice is quiet, flat, but it carries. “But ghosts don’t die twice. And I’m still here.”

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.