Quotes About Mystery

É um facto curioso que, uma vez em terra, não haja ninguém que enjoe no mar. A bordo cruzamo-nos com imensa gente muito enjoada, de facto; barcos e barcos cheios deles. Porém, até hoje, ainda nunca encontrei um homem, em terra, que soubesse o que era enjoar no mar. Onde é que se metem, quando estão em terra firme, esses milhares e milhares de maus marinheiros que deambulam em cada navio permanece um mistério.

Harris wanted to get out at Hampton Church, to go and see Mrs. Thomas's tomb. "Who is Mrs. Thomas?" I asked. "How should I know?" replied Harris. "She's a lady that's got a funny tomb, and I want to see it.

God's plan and His ways of working out His plan are frequently beyond our ability to fathom and understand. We must learn to trust when we don't understand.

You can never tell who's sitting on the next bar stool.

Grape-Nuts is a mysterious product. You open the box, pour it in the bowl, no grapes, no nuts. What's the story?

I believe we're all secretly happy we can't figure our relationships out. It keeps our minds working.

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

Tell me I didn't imagine it, Leo. Tell me that even though our bodies were in seperate states, our star selves shared an enchanted place. Tell me that right around noon today (eastern time) you had the strangest sensation: a tiny chill on your shoulder...a flutter in the heart...a shadow of strawberry-banana crossing your tongue...tell me you whispered my name.

In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.

Love makes its own magic.

Her voice came through the night, from the light, from the stars.

But its coolness lies beneath its looks.

Enchanted places cannot be created, they can only be discovered.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds, we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

Do you believe in enchanted places?" He took the pipe from his mouth and looked straight at me. "Absolutely." I was confused. "But you're a scientist. A man of science." "A man of bones. You can't be up to your eyeballs in bones and not believe in enchanted places." (p. 101)

He pictured them in his room, shadows, dark upon dark, Beans's penlight like a starflake moving in the darkness...

We did our best to understand the murder: the murderer was a part of our lives; not so the victim.

In some versions of the story, the boy had been tortured, made to drink the blood of his captors, and forced to walk home naked. Except no one seemed to have a name to go with their stories. Who had been attacked?

The truth is there's always a hidden world under the one we initially perceive, but grasping its nature can be inconvenient, unsettling even dangerous.

He was putting on a show for us, that much was clear, but why were we all watching it?

closed doors of the gym into which Gabriel and then Mr. Connelly had disappeared.

Paulie Aandeg disappeared on September 5. September 5 is my due date.

the moon's incurious eye.