Quotes About Mystery

Sleeping people are so remote.... Right here, but out of communication. That's what strikes humans as uncanny about sleep. Its utter privacy. The sleeper turns his back on everyone.

Truth, as ever, avoids the stranger.

People sometimes act as though owning books you haven't read constitutes a charade or pretense, but for me, there's a lovely mystery and pregnancy about a book that hasn't given itself over to you yet--sometimes I'm the most inspired by imagining what the contents of an unread book might be. ~ Jonathan Lethem, author of The Fortress of Solitude

We will all satisfy our curiosity when we can, which is any time we think no one will catch us.

Als naturalisten en materialisten zijn wij een essentiële categorie kwijt geraak, namelijk die van het begrijpen van de onzichtbare werkelijkheid die van het paradoxale mysterie

Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?

If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

These are the seasons of emotion And like the wind, they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion I see the torch We all must hold This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall

Monk guzzled the water and tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder.

Darrow was obviously struggling to create a story where there wasn't one yet. Eve didn't blame her for that. If Eve had her way, Darrow wouldn't have to wait long. Every corpse, even one that was just scattered bones for now, had a story. It was Eve's job to find it.

Somehow he promised each of us a great romance, without a touch or a word. He was an accomplished tease.

Jet-black hair curled slightly against his neck and around his ears, and his eyes . . . oh, those eyes . . . cold, dark, and dangerous as black ice on a frozen highway.

Is a smile a question? Or is it the answer?

this point I could not show myself, of course, or all would

THE GREEK PHILOSOPHER HERACLITUS left us a lovely epigram: Nature loves to hide. It is so often true. There is no way Heraclitus could have seen an atom. No matter how much his fellow philosophers speculated about them, to see an atom was beyond any technology they might have imagined.

Those that'll tell don't know, and those that know won't tell.

The priest's deep brown eyes reminded Nicky of the bayou: light reflected on their surface, but dark things moved beneath.

Music is a hidden arithmetic exercise of the soul, which does not know that it is counting.

Fair is whatever God wants to do.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

Witchcraft to the ignorant, .... Simple science to the learned.

Girls without Pasts don't keep guns in their dressing rooms.

The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.