Quotes About Riddle

I find you irritating. (Kat) I haven't even begun to irritate you yet. Imagine what I could do if I applied myself? (Solin) I can imagine. I can also imagine ripping your throat out and tying my shoes with your larynx. (Kat)

Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble.

The causes of life's history [cannot] resolve the riddle of life's meaning.

Life exists to be a mystery.

the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

A good mystery keeps you up on Saturday night. A bad mystery puts you to sleep on Sunday afternoon. Either way, you come out ahead.

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Se considera insoluble este misterio por las mismas razones que deberían inducir a considerarlo solucionable. (E. A. Poe. Los crímenes de la calle Morgue)

El mundo está empedrado con preguntas sin respuesta.

Suddenly I see the comedy of little men, myself included, who are pitted against a riddle that is as vast and indifferent as the blue sky above us. (pg. 170)

Mystique is rare now, isn't it? There aren't that many enigmas in this modern world.

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It's a thingy! A fiendish thingy!

Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she'd bolt.

Every period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.

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

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

Robert calmly, like an Oriental sage himself, treated the situation as if it were a koan, a riddle to be entered until its very assumptions shifted.

Yet a little while, she thought, and I shall be lying on a bed like that! And what shall I have lived for? What is the meaning of it? The riddle of life itself was killing her, and she seemed to drown in a sea of inexpressible sorrow.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." - Sherlock Homes

In other words, we have once more come unawares upon the riddle which has so often confronted us: whence does neurosis come—what is its ultimate, its own peculiar raison d'être ? After tens of years of psychoanalytic labours, we are as much in the dark about this problem as we were at the start.

Many years have passed since OEDIPUS solved the riddle of the Sphinx and ascended the throne of Thebes, and now a plague has struck the city.

Now comes the mystery! (last words)