Quotes About Mystery

The Red Keep has its secrets, known only to the dead.

Here, m'lord." She put her hands over his eyes from behind. "Can you guess what I'm wearing?" "Nothing?" "Oh, you're so smart," she pouted, snatching her hands away. "How did you know?" "You're very beautiful in nothing". "Am I?" She said. "Am I truly?" "Oh yes." "Then shouldn't you be fucking me instead of talking?

No doubt he was smiling. He smiled a lot, as if the world were a secret joke that only he was clever enough to understand.

the faint smell of corruption clung to it like a woman's perfume.

Theon Greyjoy had once commented that Hodor did not know much, but no one could doubt that he knew his name. Old Nan had cackled like a hen when Bran told her that, and confessed that 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.

Then the trees closed in around her, black as pitch and full of ghosts and memories.

Arya did not know any Many-Faced God, but if he answered prayers, he might be the god she sought.

in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight.

I don't know you. I can't know you. You don't even know yourself, see? And me, do you know me? No. Even less. You know what I tell you, and I tell you the truth, but maybe not all. And you read my feelings, my surface feelings—the pain of a stubbed toe, a quick flash of annoyance, the pleasure I get when you're in me. Does that mean you know me? What of my levels, and levels? What about the things I don't even know myself? Do you know them? How, Robb, how?

I do. My time is done." Jaqen passed a hand down his face from forehead to chin, and where it went he changed. His cheeks grew fuller, his eyes closer; his nose hooked, a scar appeared on his right cheek where no scar had been before. And when he shook his head, his long straight hair, half red and half white, dissolved away to reveal a cap of tight black curls.

I was so careful. How could he know? Someone told. Someone always tells.

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

Promise me, Ned, she had whispered.

There are no shadows in the dark.

No one sang up there. No one ever laughed too loud. Even the gods were silent.

He must have found that bastard under a cabbage leaf, then,

The sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler. Do you knows what that means? No. Is it a riddle?

And he spoke very slowly, in a voice that was also like fog, that drifted and curled and hid things, and you knew that there were mysteries there and things brooding just out of sight and far-off lights that you would never reach.

She even smells like sin, like some exotic lotus.

These wolves are more than wolves, Robb. You must know that. I think perhaps the gods sent them to us. Your father's gods, the old gods of the north. Five wolf pups, Robb, five for five Stark children.

Sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler.

she ducked from her doorway and pressed on, neither too fast nor too slow, soft bootheels silent on the dewy cobbles, her unexceptional hood drawn down to an inconspicuous degree, the very image of a person with just the average amount to hide.

The cold gods," she said. "The ones in the night. The white shadows.

The Others never come when the sun is up.