Quotes About Mystery

Basketball is like the one game I can't figure out when it comes to videogames.

Stonehenge was built possibly by the Minoans. It presents one of man's first attempts to order his view of the outside world.

Some people take the view that we happen by accident. I think that there is something much deeper, of which we have very little inkling at the moment.

From a purely positivist point of view, man is the most mysterious and disconcerting of all the objects met with by science.

I had never felt the allure of another human being this strongly, warmth and curiosity mixing to form an unspoken question in the air.

My dear…" he said almost tenderly, "you haven't begun to learn the worst of me.

However, Westcliff had learned that the mysteries of attraction could not always be explained by logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the hinges that held them together.

He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

Something about her brings out the devil in me.

But before he left, Matthew drew his wife aside and whispered, "Why do they have holes in their dresses?" "I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation," she whispered back, and pressed a fleeting kiss on his jaw.

los misterios de la atracción no siempre podían explicarse mediante la lógica. A veces, las fisuras de dos almas separadas pueden ser lo que las une.

He has eyes of yellow fire, a stride that clears mountains, and he speaks in a human voice as deep as a cave. At midnight, he may stop in front of your house and call out your name if he wants to take you for a ride. If you go with him, he'll fly you across earth and oceans…and if you ever return, your life will never be the same.

Who are you?" "For you, Honey...I'm trouble.

A woman will always surprise you with what she's capable of. You can spend a lifetime trying to discover what excites and interests her, but you'll never know it all. There's always more. Every woman is a mystery, not to be understood but enjoyed.

Do you have a distaste for the Irish?" Jack asked, staring steadily into her eyes. "Oh, no," she said dazedly. "I was just thinking... that must be why your hair is so black and your eyes so blue." "A chuisle mo chroi," he murmured, stroking the curls back from her round face. "What does that mean?" "Someday. I'll tell you. Someday.

You're not like any man I've ever known," she said. "You're not even someone I could have dreamed. You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know." "The prince, I hope." "No, you're the dragon, a beautiful wicked dragon." Her voice turned wistful. "How could anyone have a normal everyday life with you?

You are an interesting woman, Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page.

There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

You fascinate me in every way," Harry whispered, his hand playing gently in her hair. "There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

No. Es más peligroso. Tiene los ojos amarillos como el fuego, da unos saltos que le permiten salvar montañas y habla con una voz humana profunda como una gruta. A medianoche, puede pararse delante de tu casa y llamarte por tu nombre si quiere llevarte a pasear. Si vas con él, te llevará volando por la tierra y por el mar, y si alguna vez regresas, tu vida ya no volverá a ser igual.

Do you have information regarding his whereabouts, Mr. Severin?" she asked unsteadily. Tom looked directly at her then, the nonchalant mask temporarily falling away. His intense, searching gaze somehow burned through the numbness of the past twenty-four hours. "No, sweetheart," he said gently, as if there where no one else in the room. The deliberate endearment caused a few breaths to catch audibly, including hers.

Cuando sus dedos se entrelazaron, Pandora supo que a pesar de lo lista que era la doctora Garrett, estaba equivocada sobre una cosa. Había magia en el mundo, y era perceptible cada día, poseía la misma fuerza que movía las mareas y hacía palpitar el corazón del hombre.

Her heart skipped a beat, and another, as she stared into the darkest eyes she had ever seen, a brown so deep it looked black, shadowed by thick lashes and set deep in a complexion of rich umber. His brutal handsomeness unnerved her. He could have been Lucifer himself, sitting there.

Feeling called upon to say something, Daisy muttered, "Goodbye, Mr. Rohan. We shall probably never meet again." She could only hope so- because it was a certainty that she would never be able to face him. He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.