Quotes About Mystery

open with my knife. Inside, carefully wrapped

It seemed like such a small thing and such a tremendous thing at once, like a secret I'd always tell myself, though I didn't know the meaning of it just yet.

I suppose this is what I mean when I say we cannot possibly know what will manifest in our lives.

To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life—like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

That mystery is not the curse of our existence; it's the wonder. It's what people are talking about when they talk about the circle of life that we're all part of whether we sign up to be or not—the living, the dead, those being born right this moment, and the others who are fading out.

mysterious starlight that guided you this far guide you onward into whatever crazy beauty awaits.

It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

he found nothing but a matchbook from a motel in Liberal, Kansas.

Being seen through, with wisdom and detachment. And being found, not to have a big booger hanging out of his nose, but to be of some mysterious value.

We can venture forth into the great primordial stone swamp." "Interesting return address." She puckered up her face. "Better than writing Washington, D.C., on your letters.

He looked out at the dark of night seeking rumors of the moon.

know, it's kinda nice to have some people in here who died of natural causes. Every once in a while, an inexplicable murder can brighten your day. But enough is enough, you know what I mean?

Don, Corrine, and everyone else on the island was trapped here with a murderer who didn't just kill but committed unspeakable acts. Like decapitating a man, biting chunks out of people, beating a man until he was unrecognizable. For the duration of the Split, neither the killer nor his potential victims could get away from each other, and the local police had no idea who the murderer was. Otherwise, everything was great.

Meanwhile, halfway across the Atlantic, something awakened in the cargo hold of a freighter bound for Europe. It smiled like an old man who'd just proved once again that his bowels still worked.

There's nothing like a headless corpse to bring a touch of excitement into one's life.

Dark is dark in the darkness.

Good! Brad thought. Great! I can see the headline now: MORGANTOWN MYSTERY DISEASE FELLS ALL CHILDREN, BUT TOLL PALES IN COMPARISON WITH BLACK DEATH. CDC OFFICIALS GREATLY RELIEVED!

I suddenly leaned forward,bringing my face close to hers.catching her breath,stifling that laugh and pink tongue,she watched me wide-eyed.I removed the wallet from my back pocket and sat down casually again. "What happened?" I asked idly. "I thought...never mind".She blinked. Ha,gotcha

Sometimes it is hard to explain why you find a person beautiful.

It is said that the first storyteller crept at night to listen to the gods talking in their sleep — so each tale collected contained the breath of gods.

Morning breaks the mystery of night with her delicately blazing pastel light.

Tetragram is a four-letter word.

And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.

What golden spider warmed himself and spun This web that is the flesh upon your bones...