Quotes About Mystery

A child in the woods. A child with an army.

The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end.

He bent down and lifted Sophie from his pocket… . She was still in her nightie and her feet were bare. She shivered and stared around her at the swirling mists and ghostly vapors. "Where are we?" she asked. "We is in Dream Country," the BFG said. "This is where all dreams is beginning." Roald Dahl, The BFG

Yes I do enjoy walking at night. The world's a lot more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a great deal more mysterious

Nothing is more frightening then a fear you cannot name.

He had lived in Venice for more than fifteen years and he still didn't know all the city's nooks and crannies — but then again no one did.

Da dove devo cominciare? Intanto, va chiarita subito una cosa fondamentale: un romanziere non scrive mai tutto quello che sa sui suoi personaggi. I lettori non devono venire a sapere tutto. Alcuni aspetti è meglio che restino un segreto fra lo scrittore e le sue creature.

Farid callaba. Sus oídos amaban la voz de Lengua de Brujo. Era la voz que lo había sacado de su otra vida mísera, pero amaba más a Dedo Polvoriento, sin saber por qué.

widened greedily, Meggie concluded they could only be discussing a book

The Dark Fairy touched her chest. No heart, like her sisters. So where did the love come from?

Perhaps it's true that death is only the beginning of a new story, but no one has ever read the book in which it's written.

Es schneite, als sie ans Seeufer ins Freie traten, und hinter ihnen verschwand die Burg zwischen den wirbelden Flecken, als löse sie sich auf in Weiß. Die Welt um sie her war so still, als hätte sie alle Worte aufgebraucht, als wäre nun alles erzählt, was es in dieser Welt zu erzählen gab.

Yet Bastian knew he couldn't leave without the book. It was clear to him that he had only come to the shop because of this book. It had called him in some mysterious way, because it wanted to be his, because it had somehow always belonged to him. Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

Der Weglose Wald verdiente seinen Namen. Er schien kein Anfang und kein Ende zu haben, wie ein grünes Meer, in dem man ebenso leicht ertrinken konnte wie in den Wellen seines salzig nassen Namensvettern.

Perché gli adulti credevano che i bambini sopportassero meglio i misteri che la verità? Non sapevano quali storie terribili ci si andava a inventare, alle volte, per tentare di capire ciò che i grandi nascondevano?

First, something basic: a storyteller never writes down everything he knows about his characters. There's no need for readers to know everything. Some of it is better kept secret between the author and his creations.

Hat meine Schwester dir gesagt, dass jeder Mensch, der meinen Namen ausspricht, des Todes ist?

What happened to a book that disappeared into its own story?

A lua parecia uma foice faminta no céu quando eles saíram do moinho.

But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles." Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus

The great mystery of being a human being is trying to figure out WTF all those other human beings are doing.

All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That is in the nature of secrets

Love is a sickness. Some kind of a pathogen existing above all explanation.

God is consistent with his nature and declared purposes in Scripture, but he is not limited to our finite understanding of him or the ways we think he should work.