Quotes About Mystery

The visit hadn't lasted much longer, and Wallace never said what he'd done, but after Larry watched him go, he'd spent the rest of the night on his porch as daylight crept through the trees like am army of crafty boys.

daylight crept through the trees like an army of crafty boys.

Ham had a way of encouraging intimacy, of making you feel you'd known him for years, and only when you had known him for years, like Ingersoll, did you realize you hardly knew him at all.

And what they found was something no one had ever seen before." "What's that?" "Well, no one had ever seen it, so it didn't have a name.

who knows what happened to the other piece?" "Actually," said Reed. "I think I can guess." He looked around the table, pleased with the incredulous reactions he'd drawn. "What are you, Sherlock Holmes or something?" said Jackson. "I always preferred to see myself as Mycroft, actually.

The fish fanciers, sitting by their ponds and gazing into their depths, were tracing shadows darker than they understood.

There is a curious paradox that no one can explain. Who understands the secret of the reaping of the grain? Who understands why Spring is born out of Winter's laboring pain, or why we must all die a bit before we grow again? I do not know the answer; I merely know it's true. I hurt them for that reason, and myself a little bit too.

If people were to tell other people everything about themselves, we'd live in a dull world.

We are bored in the city, to still discover mysteries on the signs along the street, latest state of humor and poetry, requires getting damned tired... Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov)

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads...

Eddie asks, So what next? And Jesus, his eyes dark but laced with a hint of mercy, the thorn scars just barely visible at his hairline, says, Damned if I know.

Knights Templar.

Things start where you don't know and end up where you know. When you know is when you ask, How did this start?

Things start where you don't know and end up where you know. When you know is when you ask, How did this start?

Life is absolutely, mysteriously beautiful.

What a fine persecution—to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.

The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks.

The folks who know the truth aren't talking.... The ones who don't have a clue, you can't shut them up!

Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don't get out much. It's true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.

She's got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars

Everything is explained now. We live in an age when you say casually to somebody 'What's the story on that?' and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes I'd just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now.

Never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark.

Let me fall out of a window with confetti in my hair deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets but I'll lie about my past and send me off to bed forevermore