Quotes About Enigma

There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, HAMLET

Mathematicians have tried in vain to this day to discover some order in the sequence of prime numbers, and we have reason to believe that it is a mystery into which the human mind will never penetrate.

Whirling darkness has come back on itself. It keeps all its witchery to itself.

We are several people fitted inside each other. Chinese boxes. Our bodies are the outside box. Or the inside one if you like.

Are you kidding? That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

The thick plottens.

A big silvery janitor. Penny, this can't be how the universe works." "In the Order we call it 'inverse profundity.' We've observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.

That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog. To tell you the truth I'm kind of glad he hit you.

It never failed to astonish him, then or ever, how much of the world around him was mysterious and hidden from view.

Quentin did a magic trick. Nobody noticed.

We shall now seek that which we shall not find. —Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte D'Arthur

But you could tell she was bursting with some terrible secret. And she had those things that one likes about magicians: she was disgustingly bright and rather sad and slightly askew. To tell you the truth I think one of the things we liked about her was that she reminded us of you.

Who knows what's in here? Could come in useful.

In the Order we call it 'inverse profundity.' We've observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.

It is obvious that he has set himself an impossible task; slow and gradual transformations are possible, they even happen quite frequently, but they do not lead us to a new life; they only take us from one old life to another old life. The new life always makes itself known abruptly, without any approach or preparation, and it keeps its strange enigmatical character in the midst of events whose course has been determined by the old laws.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

Mad Hatter: "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?" "Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. "No, I give it up," Alice replied: "What's the answer?" "I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter

In many cases, the line between a thriller and a crime novel has become too blurred to be useful.

Good evening," said the barman. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" "Because Poe wrote on both?

Working with those versed in the Mystical Arts was sometimes like trying to knit with wet spaghetti: just when you thought you'd gotten somewhere, it all came to pieces in your hands.

Quark!--the Quarkbeast