Quotes About Mystery

No wonder tobacco shops have a predilection for corners, for

No animal will touch a person's tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man's tongue lying like that in the desert (making a negligent gesture). I doubt it. It's a well known mystery.

This night the password was silence.

Otar, her lover, said that when you walked behind her, and she knew you were walking behind her, the swing and play of those slim haunches was something intensely artistic, something Arab girls were taught in special schools by special Parisian panders who were afterwards strangled. Her

behind the awful juvenile clichés, there was in her a garden and a twilight, and a palace gate

How little I knew of his life! But now I was learning something every instant. The door standing slightly ajar was the best link imaginable.

Ben Sebastian'?m ya da Sebastian ben ya da belki biz ikimiz ikimizin de tan?mad??? bir ba?kas?y?z.

he was more of a poltergeist than a lodger

La mujer barbuda nos lee las manos y predice lo que seremos, aunque no adivina lo que somos.

a destiny in the making is, believe me, not one of those honest mystery stories where all you have to do is keep an eye on the clues. In my youth I once read a French detective tale where the clues were actually in italics; but that is not McFate's way — even if one does learn to recognize certain obscure indications.

Oh, it was, and, remains, a source of great and terrible wonder.

Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I traveled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a mad-man's fancy.

The cell was filled to the ceiling with the oils of twilight, containing extraordinary pigments

Cincinnatus, after passing many other doors, stumbled, hopped, and found himself in a small courtyard, filled with various parts of the dismantled moon.

Y mientras mis piernas de autómata seguían andando, me impresionó el hecho de que sencillamente no sabía una palabra sobre el espíritu de mi niña querida, y que sin duda, más allá de los terribles clichés juveniles, había en ella un jardín y un crepúsculo y el portal de un palacio: regiones vagarosas y adorables, completamente prohibidas para mí, ajenas a mis sucios andrajos y a mis convulsiones.

Mlle Larivière bat alsbald Ada, sie zu einem abgelegenen Plätzchen zu begleiten. Dort nun stand die vollständig angezogene Dame in ihrem voluminösen Kleid, das seinen stattlichen Faltenwurf zwar beibehielt, aber offenbar um einen Zoll länger geworden war, so daß ihre Prünellenschuhe verdeckt wurden, stocksteif über einem verborgenen Platzregen und kehrte im nächsten Moment zu ihrer normalen Größe zurück. [...]

Life is a message scribbled in the dark. Anonymous.

the conjurer had poured milk, molasses, foaming champagne into a young lady's new white purse; and lo, the purse was intact

I felt instinctively that toilets- as also telephones- happened to be for reasons unfathomable, the points where my destiny was liable to catch

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be a greater one.

Her painted eyelids were closed. A tear of no particular meaning gemmed the hard top of her cheek. Nobody could tell what went on in that little head. Waves of desire rippled there. — Vladimir Nabokov, The Original of Laura (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)

She wore poetry.

De kilheid van haar eigen hart verbaasde haar. Ze was een meer met onvermoede diepten, ijskoud was het water daar.

Some men might ha' told the police about it—but I never cared much for them. They're like kids in a way, always asking questions—most of which you can't answer.