On Hallowe’en the thing
you must do
Is pretend that nothing
can frighten you
An’ if somethin’ scares you
and you want to run
Jus’ let on like
it’s Hallowe’en fun.
I’ll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween.
As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night,
Let loose upon the Earth till it be light.
Eat, drink and be scary.
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon’s silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
A grandmother pretends she doesn’t know who you are on Halloween.
From ghoulies to ghosties and long-leggety beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Just a little witch
on high
She’ll tell you that
your love is nigh
Your fortune on Hallowe’en
when told
My secret will the witch unfold.
If a man harbors any sort of fear, it makes him
landlord to a ghost.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and
tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s
sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing, For a charm
of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and
bubble.
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This
sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal
demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and
cauldron bubble
A grandmother pretends she doesn’t know who you are on Halloween.
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween|
Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
The warder looked out at the mid-hour of night, Where the grave-hills all silently lay; The moon-beams above gave so brilliant a light, That the churchyard was clear as by day: First one, then another, to open began; Here came out a woman – there came out a man, Each clad in a shroud long and white.
But tapping at every grave-hill, there staid One skeleton, tripping behind; Though not by his comrades the trick had been played Now its odour he snuffed in the wind: He rushed to the door – but fell back with a shock; For well for the wight of the bell and the clock, The sign of the cross it displayed.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
If A is success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
Hark! Hark to the wind! ‘Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away-
The dead, forgotten this many a day!
Tis the night – the night
Of the grave’s delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they – it is they.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!
Hark! Hark to the wind! ‘Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away-
The dead, forgotten this many a day!
Men say that in this midnight hour,
The disembodièd have power
To wander as it liketh them,
By wizard oak and fairy stream.
At first cock-crow the ghosts must go
Back to their quiet graves below.
Hold on, man. We don’t go anywhere with “scary,” “spooky,” “haunted,” or “forbidden” in the title.
This Halloween the most popular mask is the Arnold Schwarzenegger mask. And the best part? With a mouth full of candy you will sound just like him.
Those seemingly interminable dark walks between houses, long before street-lit safety became an issue, were more adrenalizing than the mountains of candy filling the sack. Sadly Halloween, with our good-natured attempts to protect the little ones, from the increasingly dangerous traffic and increasingly sick adults, has become an utter bore.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
Acting is like a Halloween mask that you put on.
Being in a band you can wear whatever you want – it’s like an excuse for Halloween everyday.
There is nothing that gives more assurance than a mask.
Proof of our society’s decline is that Halloween has become a broad daylight event for many.
