Quotes About Mystery

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Giordino: I've been wanting to say this, but you look vaguely familiar. The Kid: Can't imagine why. I don't recall meeting up with you fellas before. Giordino: Would I offend you if I asked you your real name? The Kid: Not at all, I don't take offense easily. It's an odd name. Never used it much. It's Clive Cussler. Giordino: You're right, it is an odd name.

Clive Cussler

You can love the ocean, and many do, but don't expect it to love you back. It's too forever

What is there in thee, Man, that can be known? Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, A phantom dim of past and future wrought, Vain sister of the worm ...

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

Life is too short to spend an hour and a half on a mystery that will ultimately be solved by a cat.

She quickly exited the room, hearing the echoes of the mastiff's angered barks fade behind her down the hallway. As she walked, she breathed a quick benediction to the patron saint of sleuthing. "Nancy Drew," she whispered, "be with me now." At

Trekkers at high altitudes sometimes sense a person walking a few paces behind them, just out of sight. Often this person is dead. I never feel this, but once or twice I imagine someone walking a little ahead of me.

And then she was looking up into the deep-set, dark eyes of the Marquess of Rockley.

Hurry up, Mina. There's a dead body here for you!

My partner and I escaped the chamber with nothing more than a ripped hem (Miss Holmes's), a sagging hairdo (Miss Holmes's), and a broken copper-heeled shoe (also Miss Holmes's).

Hello, Miss Adler. Irene Adler. Wow," he said, his voice hushed. "This is so weird.

I sat up straight. How in the world does a simple Cockney pickpocket know all about 'The Vampyre' and Frankenstein and their connections? Mina's eyes widened, gleaming like marbles in the dim light. I'd actually taken her by surprise. That, my dear Miss Stoker, is a very good question. A very good question.

Isn't it great when you're a kid and the world is full of anonymous things? Everything is bright and mysterious until you know what it is called and then all the light goes out of it...Once we knew the name of it, how could we ever come to love it?...For things had true natures, and they hid behind false names, beneath the skin we gave them.

Life! What Inscrutable Card Shall Ye Throw Next Upon the Soft Felt of Our Days?

What does the perfect elevator look like, the one that will deliver us from the cities we suffer now, these stunted shacks? We don't know because we can't see inside it, it's something we cannot imagine, like the shape of angels' teeth. It's a black box.

In his life, Donald wrapped himself in a kind of quiet that, depending on the observer, signaled imbecility or a reservoir of mystery.

said. "It was full moon when we picked, but there was always blood.

If that happened to the harmless places, what do you think the haunted places looked like?

People spare a minute or two relishing other people's setbacks before their own inadequacies distract them again. This is his umpteenth pint but he has a hollow leg or some sort of emptiness in himself and doesn't feel the least bit tipsy. What they take for her air of mystery is merely a side effect of her medication.

In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early-morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always—the overseer's cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.

America was a ghost in the darkness