Quotes About Mystery

but had been dropped into the middle of its depths. CHAPTER Four

From time to time, the Baudelaire children looked at one another, but with their future such a mystery they could think of nothing to say.

Ackroid!" Sunny said, which probably meant something like "Roger!

Nobody knows anything at all. We have no idea what is happening. We are all bewildered.

I always thought that knowing what the letters stood for would solve the mystery, but I'm as mystified as I ever was.

had left behind an enormous fortune, which

is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with

Lemony Snicket

Violet and Klaus looked down at the

After the death of the Baudelaire parents, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny had found themselves under the care of a variety of guardians. Some of them had been cruel. Some of them had been murdered.

Don't explain,' I said. 'Leave me something to be mystified about.

The only thing a man has to know about women is that he'll never know anything about them.

There is an ancient legend which warns that, should we ever learn our true origin, our universe will instantly be destroyed.

I love you, Kayla Martin. I want to spend the rest of my life wondering what will happen when I turn on the microwave. I want to explain the X-files to you in bed every night and replace cabinet doors that are dented from your feet.....I want to go to sleep at night knowing that you're puttering around in the other room inventing something that will baffle and confuse me.

I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.

I have known people, after murders, to go whole days without eating.

Picon, who had remained silent for some time, now started assiduously to rearrange the fire-irons.

What do any of us really know about others? Each of us has his own Day of Judgement inside himself.

Because if I'm right about this guy, he's getting better and better at killing. And nobody even knows he exists.

Welcome to the X-Files meets The Twilight Zone meets the Information Superhighway.

Dr. Fitch is dead, sir.

It begins with Miller the Killer turning his head to see me eating Bolognese from the sick bag. Only he thinks I'm eating…

The latest victim was the youngest yet:

We've got something," I said, starting down the stairs again. "We've got a killer at large in this goddamned building. As for Madison Tyler, we've got another dead end.