Quotes About Mystery

L'amore è duro, più duro dell'acciaio e tre volte più crudele. È inesorabile come la marea, e vita e morte seguono la sua scia.

Glielo spiegai; non a parole, ma nel linguaggio della carne, di labbra, lingua e mani, del respiro accelerato e del pulsare del sangue nelle vene, nell'umore salato del desiderio. È la stessa domanda che poniamo alla nostra esistenza, e anche la risposta è sempre la stessa. Il mistero non è nella domanda e neppure nella risposta, ma nel continuare a domandarsi e a rispondersi, perché la fine è generata dall'inizio.

Islands have their own rules, especially if they're blood-soaked.

slipped past them to return to the palace to engage in pointless speculation with Zariya.

A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a...a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.

In the end, I didn't know why I loved her to the point of distraction. I knew only that I did.

Je ne connais pas que la plaine caillouteuse, l'errance et la lente perte de l'espoir, je suis le rejeton stérile d'une race dont je ne sais rien, pas même si elle a disparu. Peut-être que, quelque part, l'humanité resplendit sous les étoiles, ignorant qu'une fille de son sang achève sa vie dans le silence. Nous n'y pouvons rien.

Where is everything?' Kendall and I chorused.

Rosehips and crab apples, They are my fruit. Rabbit foot, snakeskin And eye of newt, Duck's beak and antler Ground up for a spell. I am the witch's child But I wish you well.

I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus

And talking of powers of deduction, I've just taken on an interesting new case.

coincidence was a shadow cast by truth.

Maurice Blanche maintained that amid the tales, the smokescreens, and the deceptive mirrors of life's unsolved mysteries, truth resides, waiting for someone to enter its sanctum, then leave, without quite closing the door behind them. That is when truth may make its escape.

If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.

In the proper sense of the word, religion exists once the secret of the sacred, orgiastic, or demonic mystery has been, if not destroyed, at least integrated, and finally subjected to the sphere of responsibility.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. Jacques Yves Cousteau

A confusing title means for an exciting book

James A. Connor

James A. Connor

seem to understand. With three walled

It really set my nerves jangling," Jenny Larsen confessed. "Wasn't it strange, the way it kept up, day after day?" Alice Grebe, to whom this question was directed, said nothing, for

The curious thing about this little forerunner of greatness is that although we are sure that he existed and are intellectually convinced that he had to have certain characteristics, no man has ever seen a shred of physical evidence that he really did exist.

Half there, and half not, Grimalkin said, having suddenly appeared over Burton's shoulder. Sounds implausible to me.

I think they're even married now. Or dead. Who knows?