Quotes About Mystery

Under the sea, the merman feast on starfish soup and all the serving men are crabs.

Never ask a baker what went into a pie. Just eat.

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name.

These woods are as empty as you think, he had said. You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.

Hodor's real name was Walder. No one knew where "Hodor" had come from, she said, but when he started saying it, they started calling him by it. It was the only word he had.

In the darkness all the gods were strangers.

If he didn't talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering." - Bran

The Father was bearded, as ever. The Mother smiled, loving and protective. The Warrior had his sword sketched in beneath his face, the Smith his hammer. The Maid was beautiful, the Crone wizened and wise. And the seventh face … the Stranger was neither male nor female, yet both, ever the outcast, the wanderer from far places, less and more than human, unknown and unknowable.

Sorcery was a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it.

The dream was green, and the green dreams do not lie.

What is the song of ice and fire?" "It's no song I've ever heard.

The wolves will come again," said Jojen solemnly.

He spoke of dreams and never named the dreamer, of a glass candle that could not be lit and eggs that would not hatch. He said the sphinx was the riddle, not the riddler, whatever that meant.

Plots within plots, but all roads lead down the dragon's gullet.

Knowledge is what man is all about. People like you have tried to hold back progress since the beginning of time. But they failed, and you failed. Man needs to know." "Maybe," Sanders said. "But is that the only thing man needs? I don't think so. I think he also needs mystery, and poetry, and romance. I think he needs a few unanswered questions, to make him brood and wonder.

Call it boldness, call it madness, call it fortune or the will of the gods or the caprice of dragons. Who can know the mind of such a beast?

Who can presume to know the heart of a dragon?

Secrets are worth more than silver and sapphires.

Can our morrows be foretold? Your Grace might ask instead should our morrows be foretold? And to that I should answer no. Some doors are best left closed. See that you close mine as you leave.

Where Melisandre thinks to find a sleeping dragon, no one is quite sure. It's nonsense. Mance's blood is no more royal than mine own.

I often spend half the night with ghosts, remembering times fifty years past as if they were yesterday. The mystery of a midnight visitor is a welcome diversion.

Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.

The mystery knight prevails against all challengers, and wonder dances in his wake.