Quotes About Cryptic

The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.

Goth. Throbb. Murk. Who named these bats?

So dark you almost miss it

I've had a couple of odd experiences - unexplainable anxiety that came my way through a belief in something... I mean, it sounds cryptic, but... anything for me that turns myself against myself, I stay away from.

He killed me at the Scrabble board, barely concentrating, and on those occasions when speech was necessary he had a way of compressing large thoughts into small, cryptic packets of language.

7, 1, 9, 3, 2, 4, 0. For NC.

some sort of havey-cavey business where

Mystery is not profoundness.

totally unconnected, as inscrutable as a Tibetan monk on quaaludes.

My stories are often a little mysterious.

I want my shows to be eerie and mysterious.

I want to keep a mysterious side to me. I want to keep a mysterious side to me.

A lot of people say I am very mysterious. It takes a lot to know me.

Because hardly anyone has seen 'Aaranya Kaandam,' it's like a mystical Yeti.

Our cause is a secret within a secret, a secret that only another secret can explain; it is a secret about a secret that is veiled by a secret. —Jafar as-?diq, sixth Imam

That is for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.-Damon Salvatore

Et quid amabo nisi quod aenigma est? ("What shall I love if not the enigma?")

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

Somewhere there is mystery. It impels one to theosophy: to the worship of a space-god, or a god of light." "Theory dissolves the mystery, though it lays bare a cryptic new stratum. Quite likely there is an endless set of these layers, mystery below mystery.

And still the text will remain, if it is really cryptic and parodying (and I tell you that it is so through and through. I might as well tell you since it won't be of any help to you. Even my admission can very well be a lie because there is dissimulation only if one tells the truth, only if one tells that one is telling the truth), still the text will remain indefinitely open, cryptic and parodying.

I am a man of few words, but many riddles.

01101101 01100001 01111001 01100010 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01110011 01100101 01110010 01110110 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110100 —mysterious billboard text posted in seven cities: Chicago, Philadelphia, Newark, Fort Lauderdale, Sacramento, Reno, Salt Lake City

Wraith rolled his eyes. If there was anything he hated more than cryptic shit, it was fate shit.

Your face is a secret. Hiss, Hiss.