Quotes About Mystery

she tuned out the tour guide and heeded the October angle of the yellow light, the heart-mangling intensities of the season. In the wind pushing waves across the bay she could smell night's approach. It was coming at her fast: mystery and pain and a strange yearning sense of possibility, as though heartbreak were a thing to be sought and moved toward.

I gained an insight, a purloined-letter kind of thing.

The house on The Crescent, stepped into the hillside, had no face. In

Then again, the story does involve a missing person, and it could well be me. Or you, or practically anybody. As he said to me once, who's not missing?

This one looks good," said Chong over breakfast the next morning. Benny read out loud from the paper. "'Pit Thrower.' What's that?" "I don't know," Chong said with a mouth full of toast. "I think it has something to do with barbecuing." It didn't.

Starlets were always turning up dead in people's pools. They fished them out like goldfish. Nobody seemed to find it unusual that so many young, beautiful women wanted to die.

He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

They learned to hate her unknowability, her untouchability, the collage of her.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

I couldn't explain my need to myself, and that's why it was such a beautiful need

There was nothing, which would have been unfortunate, unless nothing was a clue. Was nothing a clue?

There are more places you haven't heard of then you're heard of!' I loved that

Some of the names I could not reason, like the box marked DARKNESS, or the one with DEATH OF THE FIRSTBORN written in pencil on its front. I noticed that there was a box on the top of one of these skyscrapers of boxes that was marked DUST

The burning bush must not be consumed.

The Gypsy girl carved love letters into trees, filling the forest with notes for him.

You could bury people one hundred floors down, and a whole dead world could be underneath the living one.

The more I found, the less I understood.

Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.

There are more places you haven't heard of than you've heard of!

Little was known, which made what little was known terrifying.

He leaned down and whispered, 'Haunted.' I whispered back, 'I don't believe in the paranormal.' He said, 'Ghosts don't care if you believe in them'.

if I had an answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?