Quotes About Mystery

Logan, did your shirt just . . . move?" "Don't worry about it," he said. "I brought backup.

Queen: a closely guarded secret

To lead you far astray into the marshy swamp," Zoe said in a spooky voice, "where you will be lost forever.

and in a minute he had six will-o'-the-wisps floating in front of him, jostling and bumping each other as they tried to get his attention and look mysteriously mesmerizing at the same time. The effect was not terribly menacing.

A pattern of black diamond scales ran along her back and real black diamonds hung from her ears, outlined in white gold. An aura of menace seemed to surround her.

Aha," Rollan said. "I knew that boll weevil in my soup last night looked suspicious.

and a hero at first, but they didn't know

No, but it won't let you touch it," Zoe said. "They're fast. And just so you know, right now it is trying very, very hard to hypnotize you.

You could make it see the future or answer any question you ask it or show you any dragon on the continent or literally ANYTHING more interesting than the weather.

Flame is the darkness of dragons

I believe this," said Jerboa, "is our first visitor from the lost continent.

Guys, this is Riptide and Serious.

All right, he said slowly. It's a scroll.

And then we heard the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of grumpy talons stomping our way, and in comes gigantic Morrowseer, all frowning and portentous as usual.

Smeeg smog smockeefee,

A secret hides within their book.

often an unfinished picture is all the more interesting for the bare canvas.

Braque was right in saying, "The only thing that matters about a painting is what cannot be explained." Assertions that the picture is moving accomplish nothing, and the only hope of conveying some ghost of the feeling lies in description.

Patrick Skene Catling

Patrick Skene Catling

The bedroom door opened a few inches. "Hey

frame is a mystery.

To understand the stars would spoil their appearance.

She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.