Quotes About Mystery

Persistence is the key to solving most mysteries.

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

I'm Paige, I whispered. He was serious, for once. Are you the first page, or the last? I didn't answer, not right then.

God is God. His name doesn't matter.

Quant au sang, ah, le sang, le sujet entier me fascine. En plus, j'aime ça, quand ça coule tout chaud et que je suis assoiffée. Et je le suis souvent.

If there really are such creatures in here, it would be the discovery of a lifetime.' 'If there really are such creatures in here,' Sally countered, 'your lifetime might be very short.

They have forgotten much of what they once knew. They have even lost the secret of their origin. But I will give it to you, and this will give you a powerful advantage over them. Do you know the legend of the Hydra?

The cat arrived with a bottle of Scotch.

It was the time of night when the odd feeling of not being quite in focus comes and goes, and all things are mysterious.

Was she always that friendly? I joke. She saw Robert. At least I got that out of her. Maybe she buried him in the backyard. Stop. Did you smell it in there? Yes. That wasn't a normal smell. That wasn't the sort of something's-gone-bad-in-the-garbage smell. That was the sort of Dahmer-next-door smell. Stop it. I'm serious, I say. It's probably just some dead animal. Oh, well, in that case, it's fine.

Things like this don't happen back in Libertyville, Illinois. You don't get lost in the woods behind your house. You don't get trapped inside a fortress-like wall ten feet tall.

We eventually come to a one-story house that looks as though it's on its way to becoming one with the forest surrounding it. Seriously? Mom looks at me with a glance that says so much. Be quiet, for one thing. Get out, for another. Mind your manners is surely in there. And last but not least, This is freaking crazy.

Most people would not open a door unless they knew what lay beyond, and even if they opened the door by mistake, they would find an uninteresting room beyond.

That's who attacked us?" Balkan muttered. "She's barely more than a child." "A small package with a big surprise inside," Sarrin said dryly.

A magician four centuries ago described his magic as a constant companion. It can be a helpful friend, he said, or a deadly adversary.

Mööda koridori tõtates püüdis Rothen Vinara kutse põhjusele mitte mõelda. Peagi saab ta selle niigi teada.

with the center of Stonehenge. It shines through

Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always-- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flames are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.

Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Thus we have on stage two men, each of whom knows nothing of what he believes the other knows, and to deceive each other reciprocally both speak in allusions, each of the two hoping (in vain) that the other holds the key to his puzzle.

Beware of faking: people will believe you. People believe those who sell lotions that make lost hair grow back. They sense instinctively that the salesman is putting together truths that don't go together, that he's not being logical, that he's not speaking in good faith. But they've been told that God is mysterious, unfathomable, so to them incoherence is the closest thing to God. The farfetched is the closest thing to miracle.

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.