Quotes About Mystery

The human body is strangely made and sometimes it pays not to think about it too closely.

If you've helped someone die, there is nothing I can tell you. If you haven't, I don't want to tell you. But I must, or what came later may make no sense.

Purple Noon.

Why the others didn't is part of the mystery why trained men in identical situations should react so differently.

And then there was Marella Herzog, a woman with a dog whistle that could call out the beast in me. I felt that if I could spend a week in her company I might grow back a full head of hair.

Willa was wearing a blue dress reminding me of the femme fatale of one of my favorite novels.

I believe that life itself is some kind of conspiracy. If all matter vibrates ~ then everything is music.

The sun is out and the game's afoot

Where do you have her?" "You know that private cemetery in Hicksville?" "Yeah." "Show up at the gate after the sun rises and I'll buzz you in.

We still know so little about the nature of dreams that the observation comes to a stop once it has been made.

And see not ye that bonny road, Which winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where you and I this night maun gae.

I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away; I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay. MALLET.

cantrip to ken wha suld wed me: and the monk said there

That which is neither ill nor well. That which belongs not to Heaven nor to hell, A wreath of the mist, a bubble of the stream, 'Twixt a waking thought and a sleeping dream; A form that men spy With the half-shut eye. In the beams of the setting sun, am I.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

Tallow walked into Bat and Scarly's office to find Bat slumped on a chair with his head on the workbench, turned away from the door, while Scarly softly sharpened on old straight razor on a worn strop, watching her partner intently. I don't think he needs his eyebrows, do you? I mean, they don't serve an immediate function or anything, she whispered.

Ain't no Jesus in Snowtown, Detective.

You never get tired of looking at the stars

If Albert Einstein, the last century's very poster boy for the cunning man and the wild-haired magician of science, knew one thing, then it was simply that there was always more to be known. He didn't pridefully condemn dreams of physics and incomplete theories. He pointed off into the future and named the unknown things as, in fact, spooky action at a distance.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world. Sending a signal to reality's operating system, see?

He could be a wise man of the woods, spoken of in whispers, his words and thoughts becoming spooky action at a distance in the world beyond. A secret wizard of the future.

He drifted out the door like a handful of black feathers cast on a winter's breeze.

En la montaña de los Thunderbolts no todo es lo que parece, Andreas"- Piedra lunar.

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? —SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE