Quotes About Mystery

It is three o'clock on a Sunday afternoon and 105° and the air so thick with smog that the dusty palm trees loom up with a sudden and rather attractive mystery.

magical red cart. Both cats

No sabem res de nosaltres mateixos; estem plens per dins de coses que ni sospitem. És per a nosaltres mateixos que som més incomprensibles.

It was one of the mysteries of modern life, what happened to old love.

Hannah? Tell me you didn't…" Delores paused to clear her throat, and when she spoke again, she sounded very tentative. "Did you?" "I'm afraid I did, Mother. I found Lucy last night." "Hannah! You've simply got to stop doing things like this!" "It's not like a scavenger hunt, Mother. I don't go around looking for murder victims on purpose." Hannah realized she sounded

P.S. If it's not a secret, will you tell me how you got my dollhouse inside our living room last Christmas? I know it's too big to fit down the chimney. I measured.

Michelle's Note: When I make these at my rented house just off the Macalester campus, I put the rolls in a box and write "FROZEN KIDNEYS FOR HANNAH'S CAT" on the box. So far, none of my roommates, every one of them a cookie hound, has ever opened the box to see what's inside.

Why were you smiling like that?" "Smiling like what?" "Like the cat that got into the cream pot.

Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.

un'alchimista casalinga, che fa magie caserecce

She always had that look about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Datemi del romantico, se vi va. Ma io credo nel crimine perfetto. Come il vero amore, è solo questione di tempo e pazienza.

We came on the wind of the carnival.

Seven o'clock on a Monday morning, five hundred years after the End of the World, and goblins had been at the cellar again.

Love is the thing that only God sees.

People are reserved, pretending indifference though inwardly they burn with curiosity.

Like all other acts of creation, magic is just a state of mind

You're really that good? he said at last. Loki shrugged. I'm Loki.

And I, her daughter, listening wide-eyed to her charming apocrypha, with tales of Mithras and Baldur the Beautiful and Osiris and Quetzalcoatl all interwoven with stories of flying chocolates and flying carpets and the Triple Goddess and Aladdin's crystal cave of wonders and the cave from which Jesus rose after three days, amen, abracadabra, amen.

My part is at an end. I would like to think that theirs ends as happily. But that knowledge is beyond me now. I am subject to a different kind of chemistry. Evaporating blithely into the bright air, my own mystery approaches, and I see no phantoms, predict no futures, even the blissful present barely glimpsed – through a glass, darkly.

Tomorrow's sun is on it's way – a relentless sun, inscrutable like life.

I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy.

What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person