Quotes About Mystery

I come, Graymalkin!

Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do?

Hay más cosas en el cielo y en la Tierra, Horacio, de las que contempla tu filosofía.

When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

William Shakespeare

Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.

As if we were God's spies

I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.

You have witchcraft in your lips.

When Mr Bird had written his will and had read it over he became aware that he was laughing. He heard the sound for some time, a minute or a minute and a quarter, and then he recognized its source and wondered why he was laughing like that, such a quiet, slurping sound, like the lapping of water.

could still be alive

A beauty masked, like the sun in eclipse, gathers together more gazers than if it shined out.

While Grandma Welker didn't come right out and accuse Katie of being a witch, or something worse, it was easy to see that she wasn't comfortable around her.

Looking to the mountains around us, I saw that the mysterious artist who comes at night had paid us a visit. I wondered how he could paint so many different colors in one night; red, wine, yellow, and rust.

Piece by piece, each fit perfectly until the puzzle was complete. It could not have happened without the help of an unseen power.

Not for the first time he was conscious of emotional lights and shades in his wife that could not be categorized, could not be named as sensuous or emotional as such, perhaps derived from each and gave to each but in essence grew out of a deeper fund of temperament that he still could not altogether apprehend. The simple miner's daughter was not simple in character at all.

in the best society hardly anyone can be certain who their father is.

She was a dark young woman, a little above average in height, dressed in a close-fitting blue riding habit, a pale blue bodice, and a small tricorn hat. Connoisseurs would have disagreed as to whether she was beautiful, but few men would have passed her without a second glance.

Non sapeva mai davvero cosa stesse pensando; le sue riflessioni più profonde erano nascoste dal suo volto strano e inquieto, con la pallida cicatrice sulla guancia, simile al marchio di una ferita dello spirito. Demelza sapeva solo che al momento Ross era felice e che lei era il motivo della sua felicità.

ahead in the soft and sighing darkness

He went down and found the body floating. Francis had been dead about an hour. In one of his hands, clutched so that they could barely unfasten it, was a rusty nail.