Quotes About Enigma

Like the foam of the depths of the sea, like the ripple on an unfathomable enigma, a mystery greater-- when I thought of it-- then the curious, inexplicable note of desperate grief in this savage clamour that had swept by us on the river bank, behind the blind whiteness of the fog

Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you - smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage.

I have attempted to tear asunder the veil you have hung to conceal from us the pain of life, and I have been wounded by the mystery...Oedipus, half way to finding the word of the enigma, young Faust, regretting already the simple life, the life of the heart, I come back to you repentant, reconciled, O gentle deceiver!

The most precise of her sayings seemed always to me to have enigmatical prolongations vanishing somewhere beyond my reach. I am reduced to suppose that she appreciated my attention and my silence. The attention she could see was quite sincere, so that the silence could not be suspected of coldness. It seemed to satisfy her. And it is to be noted that if she confided in me it was clearly not with the expectation of receiving advice, for which, indeed, she never asked.

That's how she was. You could never be sure what she would be up to next. There are ships difficult to handle, but generally you can depend on them behaving rationally. With that ship, whatever you did with her you never knew how it would end. She was a wicked beast. Or, perhaps, she was only just insane.

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them. —JOSEPH CONRAD

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind.

A situation in which a desired outcome or solution is impossible to attain because of a set of inherently illogical rules or conditions.

O.K. he's crazy. But he's a saint too. He scares me, I don't like him. He scares me. What the hell-he knows. Yeah? Why? What does he know? --Things most people'd have to die and go to Hell for, to know.

gravel-maggot?

from the umber

he looks like an

This place is like the back entrance to a black cow.

At wuntz? What HE do? What HE do? Who do? Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo? Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.

It's a very odd thing—As odd as can be—That whatever Miss T. eatsTurns into Miss T.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

The poetic line, a grave and timeless portal, requires a very simple password.

She would tell me parts of her story, but they never added up, and, intoxicated, I probed no further. I was grateful that Moira Orfei was endless, and that she never told me the true story of her difficult life.

he saw something—or someone—unfamiliar.

He knew next to nothing about her and yet he knew something she did not. They both had a secret they were determined to keep hidden from the world. They both wore a mask to hide the unspeakable. He understood her in ways she could begin to imagine.

Do you have some big secret life I don't know about?' Connor jokes. 'Who would be calling you at midnight?' 'I have no idea,' I reply. 'But I'm pretty sure I only have one secret life.

Instead of shunning the darkness, we can face straight into it with an open mind. When we do that, the unknown changes. Fearful things become understandable and a truth is suggested: the enigmatic presence of the human mind winks back from the dark. WHITLEY STRIEBER, COMMUNION

The next time I met Ulrich, he asked me: "Do you know what sookin sin is?" I