Quotes About Mystery

In the beginning there was Dust, and in the end there will be Dust, and in the middle there is Dust, Dust, Dust!

I can never remember my dreams," said the shadow of the Marquess quietly. "You must have had rich, tasty ones then. When you can't remember a dream, it's because a Baku ate it.

If Fairyland-Below is Fairyland's shadow, what is the shadow of Fairyland-Below? What's under the underworld?" Ell laughed like thunder rolling somewhere far off. "I'm afraid it's underworlds all the way down, my dearest, darling flying ace.

Shadows are where magic comes from. Your dark and dancing self, slipping behind and ahead and around, never quite looking at the sun.

You know how questing goes. You can't explain it to anyone else; it would be like telling them your dreams.

It is my dearest hope that one day I shall be the one to discover the GUT-the Grand Unified Tale, the one which will bind together all our Theorems and Laws, leaving out not one Orphan Girl or Youngest Son or Cup of Life and Death. Not one Descent or Ascent, not one Riddle or Puzzle or Trick. One perfect golden map that can guide any soul to its desire and back again. I will be the one to do it, I know it. I hope I know it. I know I hope it.

Everything looks like magic when you don't understand it.

I could not say what creeps and whispers through the branches and down the threaded Road, but I hear it, and I am not afraid.

Perhaps one was not meant to see what a husband looked like before he made himself more or less presentable. Perhaps the republic of husbands was a strange and frightening place full of not only birds, but bats too, and lizards, and bears, and worms, and other beasts waiting to fall out of a tree and into a wedding ring.

oh, come on, you must know 'Leave It Black.' I see a black door and I'm extremely satisfied with how it looks?

But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers.

Hounds and hearthstones, girl, haven't you ever heard a story about Koschei? He's only got the one. Act one, Scene one: pretty girl. Act one, Scene two: pretty girl gone!

The Land of Parents is strange and full of peril.

Funniest thing about love, how it shakes loose when no one's looking. How the dark helps it along. Maybe that's why we dug caves so much, way back when.

Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?

Up to no good may mean up to something interesting!

But something older and wiser within her said, Some things are for hiding and for keeping.

Can you imagine there being so many people that you could just murder one and nobody would know who did it right away?

For a witch is nothing without her Spoon.

I suppose because it's boring to keep telling stories where people just get born and grow up and get married and die. So they add strange things in, to make it interesting when a person is born, more satisfying when they get married, sadder when they die.

Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.

This strange woman down in the dark kissed me and held me, and in between she whispered over and over: Shhh. It's okay. It's okay.

Calpurnia squinted through her goggles and thought to herself, That is a Key. Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.

Let us say I am something like a witch, and something like a jester, and something like a mother.