Quotes About Mystery

I did not know, until then, that you could disappear into someone's gaze, that bone and heart and breath could melt like shadow into light, until only light was left.

What a dull place the world would be if all the mysteries in it were solved.

I think they could teach us unimaginable things. Unimaginable! I can't imagine anything except danger. I know. That's why they're afraid of you.

She didn't bother taking off her snow-crusted cloak; she came to us quickly, dripping and shivering, her eyes luminous and strained from trying to see beyond the world.

I don't know you. Then why did you do that for me? Because you are so full of wonder. After what I-- After-- He gestured, his eyes hidden; deep lines ran down his cheeks like claw marks. That seems very precious to me now. How could I not give you such a small thing?

His face, at once beautiful and feral, revealed no more than the lion's face, which says nothing at all as the lion crouches and waits. It speaks only when it springs.

He went into a dark tower of truth for you. Do you have the courage to give him your own name?

He had made tiny pipes of feathers he had found along the streets; birds answered him here as they had in the hinterlands. A night-bird, singing back to his playing, showed him the loose bar in the iron fence, the furrowed earth along which the bar swung sideways, that told him, as the bird did, that others came here secretly. Around him, the sleeping city dreamed, tossed fretfully, muttered, dreamed again.

When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing beneath his foot. Sometimes he heard rain, a bird-cry, wind soughing through tall trees; mostly he was aware only of an intimation of vastness, silence, as though he stood at the edge of a world. He saw nothing. So he let the charcoal imagine what might lie on the other side of the door.

The mage, Tessera decided finally, felt like someone who had stepped with confidence onto a stair that wasn't there.

He smiled again, his eyes still secret, like the well, which, suddenly, was no longer there. "You would know. You are drawn to secrets.

His queen is a ghost of what she must once have been. A pale woman with a perpetual twilight in her eyes, who rarely speaks. But within her silence, she carries like a rich treasure the tales of Serre.

Then she dropped her hands in her lap and stared out the window at the restless water that ran beyond the edge of the world, and pulled the sun and the moon and the stars every night down into its secret country.

I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.

He shook his head. "I don't believe I know the name." "She's new in town." Angel shifted the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder. "I'm investigating Phillip's death. Actually, I came down here to talk to Greg Johansson, but no one was at his office." "I imagine Greg's

Mary's ghost eventually. It was really all in fun.

Angel discovered an open suitcase and clothes tossed

rich name for a rich dude. That's all they knew about him, and that's all he wanted them to know. Not even his manager knew who he really was or what he did.

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?

Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!

But even that question wasn't definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you.

Once the back of their hands brushed on the table, and Therese's skin there felt seperately alive and rather burning. There could not understand it, but it was so. Therese glanced at her face that was somewhat turned away, and again she knew that instant of half-recognition. And knew, too, that it was not to be believed. She had never seen the woman before. If she had, could she had forgotten?

What a strange girl you are." "Why?" "Flung out of space