Quotes About Mystery

Linda Buckley-Archer

Whoa! What the hell is that?" "It's a fuckin' head!" Josh swallowed a big wad of something gross at the back of his throat. The two boys exchanged looks. Scott's mouth was open so wide Josh could see the cavities in his back molars. "You mean like a human?

Whoa! What the hell is that?" "It's a fuckin' head!" Josh swallowed a big wad of something gross at the back of his throat. The two boys exchanged looks. Scott's mouth was open so wide Josh could see the cavities in his back molars. "You mean like a human?" "Well, duh. You ever seen a cow with teeth like that?

Oftentimes, God keeps his ways a secret, but when we have a grateful heart, God may open our eyes so we can see the joy we might have otherwise missed.

You're like a box of chocolates with the menu missing - the card that tells you what they are. I never know what I'm going to get with you: a soft, creamy centre, something chewy, or an explosion of alcohol.

Coincidence? Why, Austin, dont you know a coincidence is just a case of God remaining anonymous?

they kept it all hush-hush

She shines and nobody knows what to do with her.

Dinosaurs have been extremely popular in the last few decades. It's no wonder. They're cool; they're huge; and they're magnificent creatures! But when did they live, and why did they die? Did they live alongside early man? These are good questions to consider. Did you know that modern man didn't even know about dinosaurs

You're the one with the badge," I admitted, "but I'm the one being haunted by a seven-year-old in a ballerina costume.

Stories. They're everywhere...You never know where they start and you certainly don't know where they'll end. If they ever DO end. (Nevermore)

Girls. The oldest mystery in the universe.

What did he do? Channel Vincent Price and transport the Tower of London'to the Hollywood Hills?

Decades spent in contact with science and its vehicles have directed my mind and senses to areas beyond their reach. I now see scientific accomplishments as a path, not an end; a path leading to and disappearing in mystery.

Love, like Beauty, is suppose to take you somewhere. It has the possibility (the promise?) of taking you closer to yourself, closer to God, closer to life, to Spirit, to Mystery. No matter what you are loving.

Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.

I like my women in a few wisps of drapery: then I can hope for a chance to remove the wisps. If they start out with nothing I tend to get depressed because either they have just stripped off for someone else or, in my line of work, they are usually dead.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.

I always feel that there is a curtain, you know, that if I could just peek behind the curtain I'd see how the world really works. And since I haven't had it I have to write about it instead.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.

Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused.

Magic's never what you expect it to be, but it's often what you need.