Quotes About Enigmatic

Being called dangerous by a cat could mean a great many things, but it was generally delivered as something of a compliment.

What followed was . . . one of those things I still have dreams about sometimes. It was like looking at something straight out of mythology.

It looked ritualistic

Sometimes I think I am going mad. I live for days in the mystery and tears of things so that the commonest object, the most familiar face- even my own- become ghostly, unreal, enigmatic. I get into an attitude of almost total scepticism, nescience, solipsism, in a world of dumb, sphinx-like things that cannot explain themselves. The discovery of how I am situated- a sentient being on a globe in space overshadows me. I wish I were just nothing.

Destiny had become perfectly understandable while everything unenigmatic, such as standing for the photograph in the third row back, with my one arm on the shoulder of Marshall Goldstein ("Children 39, 37. Grandchildren 8, 6") and my other on the shoulder of Stanley Wernikoff ("Children 39, 38. Grandchildren 5, 2, 8 mo."), had become inexplicable.

atmosphere.

Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

She looked creepy/adorable.

I have known her less than twenty-four hours. And the longer I know her, the more she mystifies me. She is perhaps eighteen, almost four years younger than me, but she seems much older. The things she says are often cryptic, though I feel that the meaning would be clear to me if I were wiser than I am.

That lovely cool face told him nothing.

Dulquer Salmaan is fantastic! He is effortless.

Elves are cool, man.

David Lynch is very esoteric. He doesn't explain anything.

My mother is extremely interested in everything esoteric.

indistinctness is my forte...

There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.

Humans are inscrutable. Infinitely unpredictable. This is what makes them dangerous.

Everybody loves a villain - let's face it.

Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it.

As far as the official mapmakers were concerned Three Pines didn't exist. It had never been surveyed. Never plotted. No GPS or sat nav system, no matter how sophisticated, would ever find the little village. It only appeared as though by accident over the edge of the hill. Suddenly. It could not be found unless you were lost.

sibylline";

Cute enough to make you look twice, sweet enough but not too nice, a lil crazy but not too wild, the kinda girl that'll make you smile.

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...

A legend - now I am like a unicorn.