Quotes About Enigma

That which is least known,is the most feared

The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.

He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.

Do you like this? I click on the attachment. It's a slightly blurry picture, but of what, I'm not sure. A…a tree, maybe, though it doesn't look so healthy. It looks diseased, moist and soft. There's a knothole that looks damp and sick. Whatever it is, I can't imagine why someone would be sending it to Adam. He doesn't know anything about trees.

Amico, che amico! Amico 'e chi? - Raccolte a tulipano le cinque dita della mano destra, altalenò quel fiore nella ipotiposi digito interrogativa tanto in uso presso gli Apuli.

Everything is still confused, and there is a very great deal that remains to be understood.

Nobody knows who I am or what I do. Not even I. Don Juan Matus

Besides, as Mark Twain once said, "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

Apperance gave no clue to our identity, and neither did our behavior.

some sort of havey-cavey business where

Well, sometimes you just want to go where it's dark, you know?

I wish there were a way for me to ask about a red ladle but it's not a normal question

How dreadful...to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.

Nancy, every place you go, it seems as if mysteries just pile up one after another.

I don't promise to forget the mystery, but I know I'll have a marvelous time.

Do act mysterious. It always keeps them coming back for more

Suddenly Nancy spotted the mysterious Arab

she was just another girl I would never get to know.

She gets away from you, I am. She's as big as a lynx. Look at

I never met a gal who represented a mystery to me in quite the fetchin' way you did. It'd be dull and dreary just to find out how a crook got in and out of a locked room to steal a gold-and-jewelled cup. But it's very rummy, and fascinates the old man a bit, to wonder why a crook didn't steal a gold-and-jewelled cup he should have stolen.

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

Men have scars, women mysteries.

The Father was bearded, as ever. The Mother smiled, loving and protective. The Warrior had his sword sketched in beneath his face, the Smith his hammer. The Maid was beautiful, the Crone wizened and wise. And the seventh face … the Stranger was neither male nor female, yet both, ever the outcast, the wanderer from far places, less and more than human, unknown and unknowable.

What is the song of ice and fire?" "It's no song I've ever heard.