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Quotes About Mystery

Gyermekkorodban, ahogy nÅ'ttél, úgy erÅ'södött benned a gyanú, hogy mindenki más be van avatva valami alapvetÅ' titokba, mely elÅ'tted zárva maradt. A többiek mind tudták, hogy mit csinálnak.
~ Jay McInerney
a sad pulse beat in the darkness. The phone had rung just as the sky began
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
Lucy frowned. "What's the Three-S rule?" "Shoot, shovel and shut up.
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
Harry Stratton Trevelyan could have been a swordsman, an artist, a monk, or a vampire. With such a range of career options, Molly found it intensely interesting that he had chosen a scholarly vocation.
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
I can't begin to imagine the shock of having a body fall out of the fireplace. And your aunt's fireplace, at that. She was a vegan, for heaven's sake. She killed him, Mom. She didn't eat him.
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
She knew enough about him to realize that no one would ever understand him unless he wished it, and that was highly unlikely. He was a man who operated alone, working by his own rules even when he was doing a job for his employers. Emily thought of him in the same way she thought of hurricanes, charging lions and marauding sharks. The only sensible thing to do when any of them was in the vicinity was to get out of the way.
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
gone wrong. The folks who arranged to kill Quinn and steal the computer didn't get whatever it was they expected to find so they're back in Oriana. And Raine Tallentyre is the only lead we've got. Whatever you do
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
died of natural causes," Madeline said. "I believe she
~ Jayne Ann Krentz
I've seen her face somewhere, but I don't know her. Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and I haven't killed any of them? Dirk Hastings in Portrait of Death.
~ Unknown
Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.
~ Jean Baudrillard
It is to the unknown one yields most impulsively; it is toward the unknown that one feels the most total, the most instinctive obligation.
~ Jean Baudrillard
The universe is mystagogic. It talks without knowing it, and without anything meaningful in its speech. Pedagogues speak in full knowledge of what they are saying, but they treat us like children.
~ Jean Baudrillard
Le monde nous a été donné comme énigmatique et inintelligible, et la tâche de la pensée est de le rendre, si possible, encore plus énigmatique et encore plus inintelligible.
~ Jean Baudrillard
Instead of dreams being the place where desires from real life are fulfilled, it would be the real that was the place where desires born of dreams would be fulfilled. Dreams would be a search engine. The Aborigines, for example, scorning biological paternity, give priority to begetting by dreams. Reality would gain by this in becoming much more mysterious and dreams would cease to be the dumping ground of the unconscious.
~ Jean Baudrillard
It has to be written, if only to lock away the real key to the story in a single page, and remove that page once the book is finished, so that no one will know what it is all about - as ever, the perfect crime. However, it must be possible for that page to be reconstituted without its secret being revealed, and this dispersal is the very mainspring of theoretical fiction.
~ Jean Baudrillard
Ogni "trasparenza" pone immediatamente il problema del suo contrario, il segreto.
~ Jean Baudrillard
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
~ Jean Cocteau
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
~ Jean Cocteau
Le hasard, c'est la forme que Dieu prend pour passer incognito.
~ Jean Cocteau
Un beau livre, c'est celui qui sème à foison les points d'interrogation. »
~ Jean Cocteau
?udo, ako potraje, prestaje da bude ?udo.Zato privi?enja tako brzo i nestaju.
~ Jean Cocteau
Invoqué ou non invoqué, Le divin sera présent.
~ Jean Cocteau
On went the cab, jogging through the open firmament. Stars came towards it, splintering the dim shower-whipped windows with fiery particles of light.
~ Jean Cocteau
Thus, love had taught her to decipher the mysteries of childhood.
~ Jean Cocteau