Quotes About Mystery

Due altre cose ha detto nel corso degli anni: che certe donne non sono affatto misteriose ma vengono rese tali dall'incapacità degli uomini di capirle. da Il senso di una fine

that there were some women who aren't at all mysterious, but are only made so by men's inability to understand them.

From what I did and what I said Let them not seek to find who I was

The box we stored God i kept getting smaller...until only a speck of god still exists, maybe only an atom. Maybe an atom is all we need.

There are always rumors, and there are always secrets. And secrets within secrets. They protect us. The truth can be manipulated. But we live within a secret within a secret within a secret within a secret.

I don't know you. That's the problem.

Sometimes your secrets are your only value.

He regarded her thoughtfully, and something about that look traveled up her spine like a trailed finger.

A girl could forget her precise location in the universe when a man looked at her with eyes like those.

When Phoebe glanced back at the marquess he swiftly lifted that rogue lock of hair, pointed at his forehead and mouthed: Good aim. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Dear God, he was sporting a bruise! So that's where she'd clocked him with his hat! And this explained the forelock.

He was older, bolder. He knew of whores and wars, violence and vendettas. He knew precisely what he wanted, always. He wanted her.

When she pulled it out, something tum- bled out along with it: a soft copper lock of her own hair. She went blank for a moment, thrown oddly off bal ance. The things lined up neatly on the floor in front of her were like words to a sentence in a language she had only begun learning, a sentence punctuated poignantly by a copper curl. They told a story Rebecca sensed she already half knew, she could feel it radiating, increasing in light, on the far reaches of her awareness.

He looked both a little bit dangerous and refined, like a ceremonial knife.

the moon. Just a curved sliver of light, like the door of heaven had been left slightly ajar.

He reached out and drew his finger lightly from her ankle right up the curve of her calf. When his finger reached the crook of her knee, he stopped. Astonished to see it there. Silently, a little frantically, he considered excuses: An insect was crawling up your stocking, Susannah. I was checking to see if you were injured, Susannah. I was--- Don't stop. It was her voice. Husky, abstracted. And the words roared like a brushfire over his senses.

In his presence, unanticipated corners of her character seemed to be unfolding like a secret letter written long ago.

When she drew near, the rich musk of him wrapped her again: shaving soap, ale, and that delicious, darker something--- him . It might as well have been opium for what it did to the run of her thoughts.

Gabrielle turned to Colm. "These men will be of interest to you." Colm looked them over. "Why is that?" he asked. With her back to the infidels, she whispered, "They like to dig holes.

Diana: "Christina said the strangest thing." – Lyon: "Of course she did.

He loved her, yet knew he'd go to his grave without having any understanding of what went on inside her mind.

They said he killed his first wife. Papa said maybe she needed killing.

The pool is located deep underground, in a large cavernous chamber many feet beneath the streets of our town. And every time, when she gets to your face, she looks as if she is about to speak.

I was learning the nature of magic; it seemed to work according to a strict set of rules. And yet, somehow, it never worked in quite the way you expected.

One does not meddle lightly with the forces of the forest.