Quotes About Mystery

Braden arched his brow as Maggie walked away. She was truly something else. What she was, he couldn't say in polite company, but never before had he met a woman quite like her.

Without a word or glance, Sin walked past her and climbed up to the stables loft. 'What's he doing?' she asked Braden as she rejoined him. 'I'm leaving the two of you alone,' Sin's muffled voice answered from above. Braden tilted his head up to stare at the wooden beams above their heads. 'Like it would matter, since we know you can hear everything we say?' 'Aye, well, I'm a pervert, not a voyeur.'" -Maggie, Sin, & Braden

And though at nine I wasn't sure what an "agent" was, I knew she must be extremely important to make even my parents nervous. Besides, I was afraid of anyone I didn't know, let alone someone hiding behind a shroud of smoke. My imagination began to get the best of me. It was like we were in the presence of the Wizard. Instead of "I am the Great and Terrible Oz," she was the Great and Terrible Agent.

The gods made the world round so that we could never see too far into our own futuer.

I'm more than content to allow this mystery to unfold in its own time.

I'm more than content to allow this mystery to unfold in its own time. I don't need to hurry it along.

Quiet people keep thier secrets to themselves. That's what makes them interesting...and usually worth the wait.

Gwendolyn and I have a beautiful relationship. She tells me everything. I haven't killed her yet.

They may think they understand how God works, but if were were able to understand how God works, we wouldn't need faith, now would we?

When they'd first met in their twenties, he'd seemed like such a fascinating mystery. Unfortunately it hadn't taken long to solve it. By the time they were married, Harriet had realized that everything he did was completely predictable. He valued money, sex, status, and food, in that order. Chase was a very simple creature.

You know how to tail people?" I asked. My mother shrugged and kept her mouth shut, but her devilish smile said everything.

When they'd first met in their twenties, he'd seemed like such a fascinating mystery. Unfortunately, it hadn't taken long to solve it.

So who do you suppose Imogene was last time around?" "Oh, that's easy," Haven laughed. "Attila the Hun.

Where am I?" mumbled Luz. "You're tied up in a homicidal smuggler's haunted mansion," I informed her. "I remember now. My mom's going to be pissed.

That which is least known,is the most feared

Sei por experiência que se deve evitar descobrir quem deseja manter-se escondido.

Then was the monument called "Stonehenge," which stands, as all men know, upon the plain of Salisbury to this very day.

The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

The night is in no way the work of reason, nor it is deduced from experience. It is experience itself.

I personally feel that a box, far from being a dead end, is an entrance to another world. I don't know to where, but an entrance to somewhere, some other world.

The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.

Beautiful night, isn't it, Police Girl? It's especially beautiful if you're a bloodsucker.

He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.