Quotes About Enigma

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.

Death, he thought. This whole clue hunt's been about death.

The note only held two words:

For all I know, the guy is Dracula.

Kobieta musi mie? w sobie to coÅ›, mówiÅ', swojÄ… tajemnicÄ™, wtedy dopiero jest warta zachodu.

Was it my fault that I wanted a Schrödinger's cat of a boyfriend, a man who was several directly conflicting things simultaneously.

Touch a limit of your understanding and it falls away, to reveal mystery upon mystery.

Curiosity is the beginning and end of secrets.

Je verandert ook nooit. Altijd raadsels, altijd verhaaltjes, altijd geheimen.

no estoy en policiales —dijo Santiago—.

Una vez más se dijo que su vida había sido una contradicción permanente, una sucesión de confusiones y enredos truculentos, donde la verdad de sus intenciones y comportamientos quedaba siempre, por obra del azar o de su propia torpeza, oscurecida, distorsionada, trastocada en mentira

It sounds like something out of a night film. Not real life.

Two: there was no car in the driveway, so the question of how he'd come here without an umbrella yet remained perfectly dry hung in the air, vaguely alarming, like a faint odor of gas.

but the goblin was still speaking in riddles.

Lots of things are mystries. But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer to them. It's just that scientists haven't found the answer yet.

prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

and the inexplicable prevalence of supernumerary testicles in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania.

Beauty itself is the language to which we have no key; it is the mute cipher, the cryptogram, the uncracked, unbroken code. And it could be that for beauty, as it turned out to be for French, that there is no key, that "oui" will never make sense in our language but only in its own, and that we need to start all over again, on a new continent, learning the strange syllables one by one.

Plain of Jars is a collection of thousands of massive limestone cups whose origins remain unknown, scattered over a wide area of Laos's Xiangkhoang Province.

The potential biographies of those who die young possess the mystic dignity of a headless statue, the poetry of enigmatic passages in an unfinished or mutilated manuscript, unburdened with contrived or banal endings.

The day after Ussher

If Dick's sister married Tom's brother what relation would Dick be to Tom's mother? That's the kind of thing, isn't it?' suggested Hoffman.

Mr. Jones had never seen the lady's face. He longed to know what were the features of the woman who had been so blind — if indeed that story were true.