Quotes About Enigma

Jet-black hair curled slightly against his neck and around his ears, and his eyes . . . oh, those eyes . . . cold, dark, and dangerous as black ice on a frozen highway.

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The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.

How can someone so wonderful do something so terrible?

Life is a conundrum of esoterica.

It is my fate that some of my questions will never be answered.

It looked like something the Hemlock needed, or a piece of equipment a plumber had left behind. It looked like none of your business.

The passageway was still as dark as a bar of extra-dark chocolate sitting in a planetarium covered in a thick, black blanket

There are people like this wherever you go. They are part of the same mystery as you are, but you can't quite tell how you fit together. The world is a puzzle, and we cannot solve it alone.

A mystery is solved with a story. The story starts with a clue, but the trouble is that you usually have no idea what the clue is, even if you think you know.

Bluh bluh bluh," Klaus bluhed.

Her hair came first, a wild tangle as if several heads of hair were having a wrestling match, and the rest of her followed, frowning and tall. There are many mysteries I have never solved, and the hair of my chaperone is perhaps my most curious unsolved case.

I submit these assorted pieces of evidence I'm unwilling to categorize!

THE REPTILE ROOM

The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world.

Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

There's a lot that doesn't make sense

The whole thing is like a jigsaw puzzle, but there are too many missing pieces to solve it.

The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery

The first rule is about bewilderment," the author said.

because nobody can exactly agree what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

but had been dropped into the middle of its depths. CHAPTER Four

Nobody knows anything at all. We have no idea what is happening. We are all bewildered.

I always thought that knowing what the letters stood for would solve the mystery, but I'm as mystified as I ever was.