Quotes About Conundrum

My thing is a Mystery and not just a Mystery, but Bermuda--no sun, only Triangle. Unknowable. Unsolvable.

Science... never solves a problem without creating ten more.

Now me, " said Mr. Vandemar."What number am I thinking of?" "I beg your pardon?" "What number am I thinking of?" repeated Mr. Vandemar. "It's between one and a lot, " he added, helpfully.

But how do you tell someone your genius ex-boyfriend invented microscopic nanobots to retrieve wayward sperm? You don't.

It was like the old riddle: How did the man get out of the room with no windows and no doors? Well, the answer was: The same way he got in there.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

Now comes the mystery.

What is magic but what we don't yet understand

Tell me a riddle, Kazi

It's pretty sad when you have to choose between the lesser of two evils.

Mystery keeps man alive; it opens his ears, his eyes, and his mind! Find a mystery and try to solve it!

You could never quite grasp that in order to solve a mystery there must be a mystery to solve.

Magic is but a word for an art beyond our descry or a happening that fails of easy explanation.

For every member of the White House senior staff this would be the lasting conundrum of dealing with President Trump: the "why" of his often baffling behavior. "The president fundamentally wants to be liked" was Katie Walsh's analysis. "He just fundamentally needs to be liked so badly that it's always … everything is a struggle for him.

The conundrum was that conservative media saw Trump as its creature, while Trump saw himself as a star, a vaunted and valued product of all media, one climbing ever higher. It was a cult of personality, and he was the personality. He was the most famous man in the world. Everybody loved him—or ought to.

The more obscure and mysterious things remained, the more interested I became in them. I even looked for mystery where there was none.

Better the devil you know. I wonder why the only choice is twixt two devils, tho.

Quinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made--and he had to make a choice--would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him to the end. At that moment, the two Stillmans started on their way again. The first turned right, the second turned left. Quin craved an amoeba's body, wanting to cut himself in half and run off in two directions at once. (Chapter 7)

la solución a todo problema es siempre otro problema.

Sometimes it's possible for a decision to be right and wrong at the same time