Quotes About Mystery

Las sombras decían la verdad

A fost odata ca niciodata un incer care zacea pe moarte in ceata. Si un diavol s-a aplecat spe el si i-a zambit.

Karou? Akita conocía esa palabra. Significaba <>

There was a deceptive tangling of alleys that gave the impression of a map that shifted behind you, gargoyles tiptoeing away, stones like puzzle pieces rearranging themselves into new configurations while you weren't looking.

Prague entranced you, lured you in, like the mythic fey who trick travelers deep into forests until they're lost beyond hope.

wherever it had been, and however it had come, it was here now, and it was watching.

Karou significa esperanza

Puzzlement drew a crease in his brow, like he was divining a mystery. Like she was his mystery.

She only ever saw him at a great distance, and doesn't even know what his true face looked like. She wishes she did. And

As always, anything touching on the mysteries had a quickening effect on him, like a drumbeat pulling at this pulse—at both his pulses, blood and spirit, the rhythms of his two hearts interwoven like the syncopation of two hands beating at different drums.

She was, he was sure, something else entirely.

Sé un zamurai. Porque nunca sabes lo que te vas a encontrar al otro lado del maldito cielo

A biblioteca tem uma mente própria – o velho Mestre Hyrrokkin disse-lhe, levando-o de volta pelas escadas secretas. – Quando ela rouba um menino, nós permitimos que ela o guarde.

He was copper and shadow, honey and menace,

Lazlo looked to the Cusp, subtle in the starlight. The mysteries of Weep had been music to his blood for as long as he could remember. This time tomorrow, they would be mysteries no longer.

There was no way Nova could have known.

The library knows its own mind. When it steals a boy, we let it keep it.

You can't ever know when the dead world will come to you. Only that it will.

But could she see things clear like you can? Could she see straight through you? See through your hair and skin to your blood and bones? Did she ever give your cheek a lick to see how you tasted and tell what you would become? Did she have a scar on her chest like a door? Did she ever leave you for long periods? Did a squirrel ever come and sit on her shoulder and whisper in her ear?

The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.

Laut seperti ibu. Dalam dan menunggu.

What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

This is undoubtedly true. Yet there remains one central question about Katherine, separate from the ring and even from the money. "Why won't she let you go?