Quotes About Mystery

The Canadians had Terrell. He was uninfected, in quarantine, and knew nothing.

Mystery Epidemic of Imbecility.

The postcode did not look quite regular. Some hush-hush Trystero carrier?

their officer. The acid and powder in the

That," she says, "is what I am. I am what's been sent for.

Loads of children read books about dinosaurs, underwater monsters, dragons, witches, aliens, and robots. Essentially, the people who read SF, fantasy and horror haven't grown out of enjoying the strange and weird.

The dead are way more organized than the living.

The writer is often faced with two choices--turn away from the reality of life's intimidating complexity or conquer its mystery by battling with it. The writer who chooses the former soon runs out of energy and produces elegantly tired fiction.

Mystery is created not from an unexpected moment but from an unexpected journey. We know where we're headed—we want to solve the mystery—but we're not sure how we'll get there.

Just who are the cheese monkeys? And what do they want?

How many mysteries are locked within the people we think we know.

Did you ever think how monotonous your life would be if you could see all that was coming to you?

It added that I was no ordinary person but one with a complicated destiny. My great sacrifice, it indicated, would save the world. Or did it mean that I was the great sacrifice? The bow was often troublingly ambiguous. Once it told me I wasn't a woman at all. 'What am I, then?' 'A goddess, obviously.

I sogni sono telegrammi che vengono dal mondo dell'invisibile, - l'ho sentita dichiarare una volta. - Solo gli sciocchi - o gli analfabeti - lo ignorano

Wait!' I cried, asking him the question that had bothered me for a long time. 'Did you ever love Ahalya? Were you sorry that you'd ruined her life?' Indra disappeared without answering, which didn't surprise me. The gods are slippery beings.

I think I was most envious of him then. He had been in the presence of a great and blissful mystery. He had glimpsed the truth of existence that extended beyond this oscillating world of pleasure and sorrow. I lay awake all night, my soul hungering to know what he had known.

Child, the things you don't know would fill the milky ocean where Lord Vishnu sleeps - and spill over its edges.

MY STRANGE GIFT WITH plants was a mystery to me. Perhaps it was because, like them, I was earth-born. Maybe for the same reason, when I touched a plant, I knew its healing properties.

But in some way, they remained shadowy figures, their thoughts and motives mysterious, their emotions portrayed only when they affected the lives of the male heroes, their roles ultimately subservient to those of their fathers or husbands, brothers or sons.

Later I would ask, "Why did you save me, why?" The serpents never answered. What answer is there for love.

I couldn't stop myself from wondering, over and over, why he considered Arjun more fitting to receive this vision. What crucial ingredient did I lack that the mystery of the universe should forever elude me?

Through their kisses and caresses they experienced a joy and wonder the equal of which has never been known or heard of. But I shall be silent...; for the rarest and most delectable pleasures are those which are hinted at, but never told.

the most delightful and choicest pleasure is that which is hinted at, but never told.

Here's the thing: You rescue us every day in small, quiet ways, so why not in this way? Let us into your mystery, tell us how you would like to be loved, show us how to see you, really see you.