Quotes About Mystery

I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth. I don't mean that we all end up dead, that's not the great pity. I mean that he couldn't tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn't tell him what was real.

Around these strange people I felt hungry. I smelled some kind of debauchery, the whiff of a potion that would banish everything plaguing me.

He thought he might as well. There's really only one question. What's that? Did God really kill Himself? Leanna wasn't smiling now. She was staring at him, but softly. Who are you? she asked him. Whatever she meant by the question, he didn't want to answer it. He wiped his face with his napkin, and in reference to the warmth of the place said, Man.

Everything they did was a secret, especially from each other.

We stared at him and felt like old maids. He, on the other hand, was the bride of Death.

we parked under a strange sky with a faint image of a quarter-moon super imposed on it.

Life after death, ghosts, Paradise, eternity--of course, we take all that as granted. Otherwise where's the fun?

Mystery, I'd read somewhere, is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend.

At the heart of the impulse to tell stories is a mystery so profound.

Mystery, I'd read somewhere, is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend.

And Christianity without passion, danger, and mystery may not really be Christianity after all.

Whatever she saw beyond the camera lens, beyond the photographer, beyond anything in the known world probably - wasn't fit to be seen.

What's your name? Emma Gould, she said. What's yours? Wanted. By all the girls or just the law?

Baby, why are you all wet?

He thought: so this is what it feels like to love. No logic to it - he barely knew her. But there it was just the same. He'd just met the woman he'd known, somehow, since before he was born. The measure of every dream he'd never dared indulge.

I'm a detective, but nuns could stonewall Sam Spade into an asylum

There's always a 'she'. Isn't there?

Chuck said, Fuck if I know. Cawley stepped up beside them. Quite similar to our clinical conclusion.

Without me, that girl will be gone. Gone-gone. You understand? Gone, baby, gone,' he sang.

It's like I'm in a beautiful library but none of the books have titles.

When you go to the other place, part of you doesn't come back.' What other place, honey?' He placed his watch on the bedstand. And the part of you that does?' She bit her lip and looked like she was about to punch herself in the face with both fists. 'Shouldn't.

When she found his eyes, hers were fuller and sharper, lit with something that had entered the world centuries before civilized things. "I get off at midnight," she said.

Another death. The more I see, the less I know.

How did anyone know where faith developed? One moment, it wasn't there, the next it was.