Quotes About Enigma

I came to the conclusion that it was impossible to classify anyone in Iran, and herein lay its fascination.

Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

You can work on an airplane but you can't fix anything here at the house?" "Yeah, well, I'm an enigma," she said. "An annoying one. Just ask anyone in my family.

I put the ick in magic.

Gruff," I said, "I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what's in a fae woman's mind.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

Lots of things are more than what they seem in a purely physical sense.

You couldn't guess at a breed to look at him, but at least one of his parents must have been a wooly mammoth.

We wizards are terrific at brooding.

BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.

I put the ic in Magic

Everything's never in the open, son," he responded. "There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times. Or that's been my experience.

a door standing open that shouldn't be; a shadow on the floor with no source to cast it; a cat purring and rubbing up against a favorite person—who isn't there.

Who were those guys?" "I can't tell you that," I said. There was an empty second, and then Billy's voice turned cautious. "Why? Is it some kind of secret, need-to-know wizard thing?" "No. I just have no freaking clue who it was.

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Harry?" she asked. "What was that?" "The plot," I said, "thickening.

Everyone wishes a measure of mystery in their life that they have done nothing in particular to deserve.

This is the strangest life I have ever known.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

A real Irishman will give everything of himself--except that kernel of his soul which makes him a mystery to other peoples.

Under the heavens and under the sea there's a friend I don't know, who holds the right key.

We cannot know the mystery of the future.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging around in slow motion. If I were to look into the teardrop for the next million years, I might never find out who the people are, and what they are doing.