Quotes About Mystery

Life is not unlike cinema. Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of

BISANTZ RAYMOND, The

My story begins on a sweltering August night, in a place I will never set eyes upon. The room takes life only in my imaginings. It is large most days when I conjure it. The walls are white and clean,

You don't forget the feeling of stepping through a door and understanding in some unexplainable way that death has walked in before you.

It's like, if you walked along the shore here and had it in your mind exactly what each wave was supposed to leave behind, instead of being surprised by what does turn up, you'd be upset that it wasn't like you planned. What's supposed to be a beautiful mystery would just be a constant disappointment. That's the way I look at it. Life is a beautiful mystery. Somebody else is in charge of the ocean. You don't get to make a list of what it should bring.

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom: as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious

Am I a vampire?" Massie asked. "Huh?" Alicia asked. "Then why are you keeping me in the dark?

Don't ever tell anyone where you bought something. If you get a complement say, "Thank you. I got it in Europe.

An enigma? That's not a bad persona to have. I should probably shut up and let the mystery continue! It's good for my career.

What is it with these prophets? Almost without exception ordinary men, some of them with more vices than virtues, suddenly they were touched with fire. Is it that a man sees best the stars when he is prone?

A door jumps out from shadows, then jumps away. This is what I've come to find: the back door, unlatched. Tooled by insular wind, it slams and slams without meaning to and without meaning.

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my neck adores you. A sword stands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

Moonlight and high wind. Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

Dwelling As though touching her might make him known to himself, as though his hand moving over her body might find who he is, as though he lay inside her, a country his hand's traveling uncovered, as though such a country arose continually up out of her to meet his hand's setting forth and setting forth. And the places on her body have no names. And she is what's immense about the night. And their clothes on the floor are arranged for forgetfulness.

The stars report a vast consequence our human moment joins.

job to remember everything. But the lady was a conundrum wrapped in an enigma. Alas, Napier loved nothing better

Fun is temporary at best; it's risky, even dangerous, at worst. Joy, on the other hand, was mystery I couldn't seem to decipher.

A spell perhaps?" The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.

I think we make a big mistake about ghosts,' he said suddenly. 'We think they are from the past. We think they are all dead. But they are alive. And some of them are not even born yet. They are travellers.' 'Travellers?

My belief is that when you die, that's it. As a mature person, one should accept that. But despite the total absence of concrete evidence, billions on this planet are convinced there is more. Most curious.

There's something in the back of my mind when I wake up. Just out of reach. Like when you get a bit of food stuck between your teeth, right at the back of your mouth.

In fact . . ." Millie was saying as she reached into the little bag she always carried on her shoulder. She pulled out a small book. It was bound in black felt, with pink and blue feathers around the edges and Orphalese Oracle spelled out in fancy letters along the spine. "If I remember right, this year is even more special.

I let out a breath. So basically we needed to find a place where what we saw wasn't really there, and then climb up a tongue into a giant's mouth. Excellent.

Mr. Beeston