Quotes About Enigma

larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?

Fumum Vendidi

Matherson was

Even the dead have questions.

Everything that is can't be understood. Everything that's understood can't be explained.

close to midnight. I don't want to ask

he was forty bushels beyond bamboozled.

The answer is there is no answer

Her body continued to be the black box of a jetliner that had crashed with no survivors.

I don't know what I'm doing here, either. I suspect that the moment I have it figured out, I'll probably die half a second later.

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cast a dark shadow on the

Why one human being is attracted to another is one of the great mysteries of the world.

A mystery is not something that cannot be known, but something that for the time being is hidden.

Stern and white as a tomb, older than the memory of the dead, and built by men or devils beyond the recording of myth, is the mansion in which we dwell.

I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

To every hour, its mystery. At dawn, the riddles of life and light. At noon, the conundrums of solidity. At three, in the hum and heat of the day, a phantom moon, already high. At dusk, memory. And at midnight? Oh, then the enigma of time itself; of a day that will never come again passing into history while we sleep.

So intent was Frank upon solving the puzzle of Lemarchand's box that he didn't hear the great bell begin to ring.

You're right, of course. I haven't come this far to deliver us into oblivion. I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

The true Wonderland was not like that, he knew. It was as much shadow as sunlight, and its mysteries could only be unveiled when your wits were about used up and your mind close to cracking.

Why do boys always love talking about ghosts and murders and hangings?' 'Because it's exciting,' Wendell said.

The pleasure of the supernatural short story lies in not having to explain anything. They're just glimpses, a momentary lifting of the veil.

To every hour, its mystery. At dawn, the riddles of life and light. At noon, the conundrums of solidity. At three, in the hum and heat of the day, a phantom moon, already high. At dusk, memory. And at midnight? Oh, then the enigma of time itself; of a day that will never come again passing into history while we sleep. It

them had been from Mars. But