Quotes About Mystery

She had large, wide-set green eyes, and long brown hair that curled slightly and turned to gold at the tips. She wore a long, straight blue dress that accentuated the slimness of her frame. She was perhaps an inch taller than Peter, and by the look of her she took baths.

disappearing faster than weekend houseguests in an Agatha Christie story.

And so the box leaked. In fact, it's been leaking since it was back in Scotland; apparently some of it got on a lizard or snake, which transformed into some sort of strange gigantic creature, which managed to escape into Loch Ness. I certainly hope that's the last we hear of that.

Nerezza had no nose.

Exactly," said Slank.

We are not meant to know everything, Mae. Did you ever think that perhaps our minds are delicately calibrated between the known and the unknown? That our souls need the mysteries of night and the clarity of day? Young people are creating ever-present daylight, and I think it will burn us all alive. There will be no time to reflect, to sleep to cool.

We are not meant to know everything, Mae. Did you ever think that perhaps our minds are delicately calibrated between the known and the unknown? That our souls need the mysteries of night and the clarity of day?

There were people in the world for whom the world and its people were subjects on which to cast spells.

Did you ever think that perhaps our minds are delicately calibrated between the known and the unknown? That our souls need the mysteries of night and the clarity of day?

The only explanation was that she was receiving instructions from extraplanetary overlords.

The boy stood with the mouth of the cave yawning wide behind him.

Look at the earth and you think it's solid, he said. But look deeper and you'll see it's riddled with tunnels. A warren. A labyrinth.

We come into the world out of the dark. We haven't got a clue where we've come from. We've got no idea where we're going. But while we're here in the world, if we're brave enough, we flap our wings and fly.

I love the night. Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. It's dark and silent in the house, but if I listen close, I hear the beat beat beat of my heart. I hear the creak and crack of the house. I hear my mum breathing gently in her sleep in the room next door.

She points at my chest. "And much more interestingly, what's that?" "Blood," I say. She gets her camera out.

They climbed the wide stairways. Their footsteps echoed and echoed through the house. What on earth will you be doing with something so large? said Mum. I shall live in it with my servants, of course, said Mina. Or I shall establish a school. A school, my lady? Yes. A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.

My name is Mina and I like the night. Everything is possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

Yes, Miss," I said. "They are much much more mysterious. The past, for instance, was present to the people who lived in it. And the future will quickly become the present and will just as quickly become the past. And in our thoughts, the past and the present and the anticipation of the future exist together.

What was?' said Dad. She crinkled her face up, like she was embarrassed. 'Well,' she said. 'I was lying here last night, tossing and turning. Kept getting up to look at her. Kept dropping off to sleep. And the strangest of dreams …' 'And … ?' said Dad. 'And I saw this man, that's all. Another dream, though

It would actually constitute more than a miracle, he realised. It would take divine intervention plus luck, plus some unknown element of cosmic wizardry.

Dark, cool, musty, smoky, where light fell funny and everyone looked like someone you knew or wanted to know. Or, more likely, wanted to forget.

Zero Day was here.

I don't know. I just heard the shots." "Who are you? What is this place?" "I'm . . . I'm Sheila." "Who's the guy down there?" "Luke." "And who is Luke?" "Just a guy I know.

You know what happened to her predecessors? Of course. It's sort of like the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. Bad things happen to them. Defense Against the Dark Arts? You know, in Harry Potter .