Quotes About Enigma

The deeper we went, the stranger things became.

Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. "Now that the gates of hell are closed,

I just don't understand what you see in her," Sim said carefully. "I know she's charming. Fascinating and all of that. But she seems rather," he hesitated, "cruel." I nodded. "She is.

when he finds the answers, they'll be precious to him. The harder the question, the harder we hunt. The harder we hunt, the more we learn. An impossible question

the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It

Re'lar Ambrose, are you a donkey?

You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

bigger than a closet, empty except for an old oak door all bound

information." She tilted her head quizzically. "By the way,

In what manner was she beautiful? I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying too much. "Say

Sin embargo —cavilación enigmática—, si alguna vez he conocido a alguien que no tenía ni una sola sombra en su corazón, seguramente debía de ser un niño demasiado pequeño para hablar. —Se

There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard. We

Öyle insanlar tan?yorum ki,içlerinde büyük bir evren gizlidir,ölçülemez boyutlarda bir ÅŸey. Ama ortaya ç?karmak olas? deÄŸil. Kesinlikle deÄŸil.

Ich kenne Menschen, in denen steckt ein ganzes Universum, unermeßlich. Aber herauskriegen tut man es nicht. Ums Verrecken nicht. Das am Rande.

Müzik öyle yücedir ki, hiçbir ak?l s?rr?na eremez; müzikten, her ÅŸeye egemen olan ve kimsenin hesab?n? tutamayaca?? bir etki yay?l?r.

That's the one with the magic, he would say.

It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that she was.

a black granite cube containing only the character mu

I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know

I was busy thinking about the mystery of expanding network of seemingly unasawerable questions.

He was there for you, and yet at the same time he was inaccessible. You felt there was a secret core in him that could never be penetrated, a mysterious center of hiddenness. To imitate him was somehow to participate in that mystery, but it was also to understand that you could never really know him.

Bu adam hiç kimse de?ilse mutlaka Fanshawe'dur.

You don't need to read a mystery novel; your life is a mystery to you.

This isn't right. This isn't even wrong.