Quotes About Enigma

Why would there be a morgue in a sports center?" Charlie asked. "Because Soylent Green is people?

Pese a todo, la vida y la muerte son estados misteriosos, y sabemos poco de los resortes de uno y otro.

It isn't about the looks; gorgeous women get dumped every day. It isn't about intelligence. Women of all types, from brilliant women to women with the IQ equivalent of plant life, pull it off every day. It's about mystery and learning how to create intrigue.

Expect magic.

What cricket? Grasshopper?

And suddenly she resembled not so much a bland dish of pudding as the surface of a well-known, yet never explored lake, and he, standing on the banks, had just seen a movement underwater, an enigmatic shadow that disappeared so quickly he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined the whole thing.

Philip Sugden, in The Complete Jack the Ripper

Stephen Knight, author of Jack the Ripper, The Final Solution

The great question which I have not been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is What does a woman want

Mr. Arevalo was very tall and stooped when he walked, He had a woman's voice and a dog's face.

Z morderstwem jest jak z ?yciem; i jedno, i drugie jest nieprzewidywalne.

And ... by the pricking of my thumbs, something morally ambiguous this way comes.

faced some strange

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.

Enigma was considered invulnerable, until the Poles revealed its weaknesses.

You can't explain love" he said out loud. "That's how it gets ruined.

Cuntintamuni di 'stu re, ca chiddu chi veni 'un si sapi com'è.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Something unknown is doing we don't know what.

The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.

I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret Magic of numbers.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

I love to lose myself in a mystery, to pursue my Reason to an O altitudo!