Quotes About Mystery

The headlights spilled over his shoulders, silhouetting his shadow on the concrete wall. He stared at it. It stared back.

The woman's form under the blankets was barely visible from the doorway, yet Allander could sense the inconsistency of her femininity. It scared him, the inconsistency. It always had.

A cop with sharp features and sandy blond hair came over and sat down next to Tony. A cigarette dangled casually from his lips, so natural-looking that it seemed like a part of his face.

Maybe it was more than that. Maybe some things shouldn't be explained.

Bad fiction uses the glossy generality; good writing needs the smattering of detail, the unrelenting busy mystery of the real.

Letter 68 A pod of whales was lying like long reclining Buddhas on the sea. My sister and I put our ears to the bottom of the boat so we could listen to their songs. We turned to my grandfather and asked, "What do their song mean?" "The whales do not sing because they have an answer," he said. "They sing because they have a song.

Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.

L'énigme à elle seule vaut presque tout. Parfois le mystère est bien plus amusant que le reste.

There's a whole world all around more interesting, wonderful, terrifying, mysterious, amazing than any novel ever written. Pay attention. Take a chance. Dare life.

Concepts create idols; only wonder grasps anything.

Maybe she loved me, maybe not – who knows? Not even the gods can see into a human heart – it's that dark.

Nowhere does Niemeyer set out a specific aesthetic. In "The Autonomous Man" he notes that the imagination can be used for good or ill. In the broadest sense, he believed that the imagination could move either in the direction of autonomy, creating self-enclosed systems, or in the direction of participation, that is, a deepening of our sense of the mystery that surrounds our existence.

I think women are sexy when they got some clothes on. And if later they take them off then you've triumphed. Somebody once said it's what you dont see you're interested in, and this is true.

Boogey boogey boogey

Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.

I read murder mysteries. I exercise 40 minutes a day. I watch videotapes while I exercise. I listen to audiotapes when I am in my car. And I try to stay in three different centuries.

None of us understand the infinite universe. Most people who start thinking about it, get overwhelmed, shrug their shoulders, and turn their attention back to something mundane, like drinking beer or watching TV. Only a few great minds have ever actually contemplated the nature of the universe. Fewer still have done it without going insane.

Oh my shadow. Oh my ancient serpent.

I would prefer day and night in the sphinxeries Wanting to know and thus, at last, be devoured there.

Ses mains alors s'épanouirent Comme des fleurs de soir et luirent, Ses yeux dont soudain s'éblouirent Les dormantes glaces d'effroi De voir bayer leur sombre dame, Princesse ou fée ou simple femme

Sais-je où s'en iront tes cheveux Crépus comme mer qui moutonne Sais-je où s'en iront tes cheveux Et tes mains feuilles de l'automne Que jonchent aussi nos aveux

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They kiss. The kiss that will change everything. Elliot will never have been happier than with this girl, funny, down to earth and bohemian, who dreamed of remaking the world as she ate her pizza. And Ilena will never have felt more beautiful than through the gaze of this mysterious and appealing boy that fate had thrown in her path in such a strange way.

Martin, lui, pensa à Gabrielle. Elle était son énigme, son amour et sa blessure. Pour toujours et à jamais. Car il y a des douleurs dans la vie dont on ne peut pas guérir.