Quotes About Mystery

I'm Fred Mathews

Suddenly Nancy spotted the mysterious Arab

'Cause it's witchcraft,Wicked witchcraft.And although I know it's strictly taboo,When you arouse the need in me,My heart says, "Yes, indeed" in me,"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to!"

whether it is clear or unclear to you the universe is folding as it should

You believe, fervently, that falling in love is the one holy mystery in an otherwise secular life.

It's true, isn't it, that each of us has two hearts? The secret heart, curled behind like a fist, living gnarled and shrunken beneath the plain, open one we use every day.

And sitting here now, with all of Lexy's dreams in my lap, I realize there are things about her I will never know. It's not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

We never know, do we, what our neighbors might be doing behind their fences, what love affairs and bloody rituals might be taking place right next door? The world is a more interesting place that we ever think.

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Tracy's eyes were deeply sorrowful, and his face expressed a sort of awed wonder, that made many who were present, think that after all there might be something in these occult beliefs. But not so the coroner. He refused to consider the Ouija message with any serious interest, and continued to ply his witnesses with questions both pertinent and wide of the mark. Elijah Stebbins was put through a grilling inquiry

Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.

We often assume that when the surface offers so little the depth must be unfathomable.

We lie buried together during the night and haunt each other by day.

The man sitting alone so silent and strong So what if you're attracted for all the wrong reasons So what if your reasoning's wrong Call his indifference mystery Call his arrogance intellect All you've got to lose is your heart And a little self-respect. If you've got arrogance and indifference You can make them pay They're the most commercial product On the romantic market today.

Where'd the dog go?" I ask, sounding panicky. "That wasn't a dog, Zara," he says, words whisper strong. I jerk my head up. "What was it then? A cat? A gerbil? A geriatric hamster?

she was just another girl I would never get to know.

The tin pan notes of a piano drift faintly into the night. A man curses and a window slams. Far distant an ash can clatters on stone and the almost human screech of a cat pierces the night.

We thought we knew everything about him. But that's not how life is. When all's said and done, we can never truly know one another.

God made the universe out of nothing, and if you look real close, you can tell.

His name was Mr. Quan and he was the concierge, which explained the black suit and the lavender shirt but not the oversized bow tie in chrome-yellow silk. Perhaps nothing could.

Smoles lived alone in this huge house for several reasons, the main one being that no one else wanted to live there with him. He had quite a time keeping staff and his dogs kept running away and he'd tried goldfish but they all ran away too—he could never figure out how, but he'd come home and find the bowls empty and the fish just plain gone.

She gets away from you, I am. She's as big as a lynx. Look at

Put it in terms of the not-too-serious, if you like. Who got into that locked room? And how was it done? And why should the cup have been moved again? We're up against the essential detective problems of who, how, and why. Simply because there was no murder or near-murder, does that make the mystery one bit less baffling?

I never met a gal who represented a mystery to me in quite the fetchin' way you did. It'd be dull and dreary just to find out how a crook got in and out of a locked room to steal a gold-and-jewelled cup. But it's very rummy, and fascinates the old man a bit, to wonder why a crook didn't steal a gold-and-jewelled cup he should have stolen.