Quotes About Mystery

She didn't strike me as a crossword in ink kind of girl

Life was such a strange thing, so permanent when one had it, so fleeting when it was lost- and those who lost it could never tell you what it was like, could they?

The first rumors about Zenith came from the Czechoslovakians.

Mark Charon, who had just arrived.

cool as the smoke off dry ice.

From Russia with Love

Quién es Samad?

Cosgrove wondered why he was such a willing accomplice to Hanson's dumbfuckery. Why he deferred to the whims of this latter-day village idiot. But there really wasn't any mystery to his acquiescence. He was desperate. Desperate and, yes, curious. Curious to see what would become of all of this.

Their contemplation seems to reconnect us with a childlike sense of wonder at the mysteries of the universe. They are literally other-worldly, and so remove us from the world and its cares; they lift us off the ground.

The stars are a tantalizing mystery. And the great thing is that the stars are free, in that they cost nothing to watch, and can be seen from anywhere by anyone.

the cause of what they called the "Sudden Departure" remained unknown

just a dark shape against an even darker background.

Sharon had moved to Springdale in November of our senior year. She just appeared out of nowhere in four of my classes…I couldn't stop staring at her. I had this weird feeling she was going to be important.

No one knows what love is, he told me. If someone says they do, they're full of shit.

Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

I have always been a romantic; one of those who believes that a woman in pink circus tights holds all the secrets of the world.

All dreams continue in the beyond.

he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.

Magic things are fond of deceptions.

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine sex entering the picture. Would sex enter the picture in a silk robe, or would it be as nude as a platter of cold cuts? Would sex enter the picture from the left or the right? Would it ring first, or would it just slide in slyly, too quick and slippery to be denied; or, would sex barge in forcibly, red-faced and green-bereted, pushing all other things aside?

There are smiles that actually travel along telephone wires, although no engineer at Bell Laboratories could explain how it works.

almost any object, including this book you hold, can turn up as Exhibit A in a murder trial.