Quotes About Mystery

Camino a tu tumba, aún mantendrás la boca abierta para preguntar: ¿Qué es lo que he hecho?. Y serás enterrado así, con la boca abierta. Y nunca podré explicártelo, pensó Buckman. Sólo podré decirte una cosa: no llames jamás la atención de las autoridades. No nos intereses nunca. No hagas que deseemos saber cosas acerca de ti.

Our minds are occluded, deliberately, so that we can't see the prison world we're slaves in, which is created by a powerful magician-like evil deity, who, however, is opposed by a mysterious salvific entity which often takes trash forms, and who will restore our lost memories. This entity may even be an old wino.

And did not like what he saw. Beneath the doctor's suavity there lay a coldness, something fixed and hard. This was no ordinary person, and Erickson felt uneasy.

As you go to your grave your mouth will be still open, asking the question, "What did I do?" You will be buried that way: with your mouth still open. And I could never explain it to you, Buckman thought. Except to say: don't come to the attention of the authorities. Don't ever interest us. Don't make us want to know more about you.

Diga-me por que você prefere a mim — pediu — Doente e mesquinha do jeito que eu sou. — Não consigo explicar com exatidão — Na verdade, não saberia explicar nem mesmo parcialmente; era um mistério. Ainda assim, era a verdade, sentia-o dentro de si.

That's right." The girl slowed down, spun on her heel and peered at the dark pavement. "The criminal, or japer, or whatever he is, painted the statue red. You know that; you saw the drops. He sloshed it with stripes, painted the hair red, too. And—" She smiled brightly. "Well, frankly, he severed the head, somehow. With a power cutting tool, evidently. Removed the head and placed it in the outstretched hand.

All day I searched shopwindows, record bins, bookstores, even a Greek bakery for a hint of what I can't say.

What is the world of the spirits? It is nothing I know about. I don't know what spirit is. Spirit is what matter does.

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

Perhaps some particles move backward in time; perhaps the future affects the past in some way we don't understand; or perhaps the universe is simply more aware than we are.

You know, it isn't really surprising that there are things about ourselves that still remain a mystery to us," he said. "Maybe we should be comforted that the knowledge is there, even if it's withheld for a while.

But I know that all the things I do know are very small compared with the things that I don't know

But there had always been ghosts in the mountains, everyone knew that.

Where did this love come from? I don't know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it.

She turned away. Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead of them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mysteries. But they weren't alone. So Lyra and her dæmon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.

Perhaps some particles move backwards in time; perhaps the future affects the past in some way we don't understand; or perhaps the universe is simply more aware than we are. There are many things we haven't yet learned how to read.

where there are priests, there is fear of Dust.

All things from the north are devilish.

Maybe art itself was a kind of voodoo, possessing you, giving you supernatural power, letting you see in the dark.

On a great plain where no light shone from the iron-dark sky, and where a mist obscured the horizon on every side. The ground was bare earth, beaten flat by the pressure of millions of feet, even though those feet had less weight than feathers; so it must have been time that pressed it flat, even though time had been stilled in this place; so it must have been the way things were. This was the end of all places and the last of all worlds.

What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer.

human life is difficult; there are profundities and compromises and mysteries that look to the innocent eye like betrayal.

the pleasure of knowing secrets was doubled by telling them

One strange thing about stories is that you sometimes know how long they're going to be, even before you've begun thinking about them.