Quotes About Mystery

A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.

In the dark to see, you ass-scratchers! In the dark to see.

Did she believe in God? Yes and no. God is the cunning of all these boxes fitting inside each other, perhaps? More likely, God is just another box. Neither the tiniest one nor the biggest imaginable. There are boxes even God knows nothing of.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

Because then I might have known whether the light's in the sun or the sun's in the light.

Nothing was certain, but everything was safe - that was part of the mystery of Love.

Over the white curve he had looked into incredible space; abysses of intelligence lay beyond it.

There is a sense in which I am pretty sure this makes no sense. I don't know where this is going. I don't know how it ends.

There are objects you may desire but cannot explain. There are objects that are not nouns, there are actions that are not verbs. There are things we want that exist at the edge of the forest, at the rim of the ocean, just over the hill, just out of sight.

Downtown may be gritty and dark and full of evil but on some level an unspoken belief, a faith that we live in a manageable world with its own episodic rules and conventions: Life takes place one hour at a time. Clues present themselves in order, one at a time. Two investigators, properly paired, can solve any mystery.

Lying there in the silence, you try to imagine what she could possibly mean. Kung Fu Guy is the pinnacle. How could anyone be more?

I'm on trial for my own disappearance?

O Tarot que ela me lançou não revelou grande coisa, apenas que tinha uma longa viagem pela frente e que sentia a falta da minha família. Parvina predisse igualmente que um membro da nossa equipa perderia dinheiro, mas tais revelações não provinham certamente do além.

If people know how it's done, all the magic goes.

Perseu, È›inând în mân? capul Meduzei È™i având la picioare trupul ei contorsionat, este îns??i imaginea tristeÈ›ii È™i m-a f?cut s? m? gândesc la acel vers mistic al lui Oscar Wilde:"C?ci orice om ucide ceea ce iubeÈ™te". În lupta tainei externe dintre bine È™i r?u, cauza lui era pierdut?.

Dinosaurs…why did it have to be dinosaurs?

And then it was like he had been punched hard in the chest. He wasn't running anymore. He looked down. there was a silver bolt sticking out of him.no, that couldn't be. He couldn't have shot himself. He tried to augh, but it hurt to much. What was gong on? He had fallen. He was sitting down, his legs out in front of him. dead grown-ups lay all around him. Nothing moved. he couldn't breathe. His lungs were full of liquid. He looked up. The sky was flickering.

What's inside is inside for a reason. What's hidden is hidden for a reason. What's buried is buried for a reason.

Course you can't fucking see, buddy, it's darker than a nun's virgin anus down here.

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true.

She was so hot and so... hidden. He could live a million years and never know her. A really good daydream, a piss-poor girlfriend.