Quotes About Mystery

I wish I could stay a secret...like living in the dark, if no one knows you, no one cares, so no one breaks your heart.

When I say, 'It's a long story,' it usually means I just don't want to tell you.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

I'm convinced I was the only kid ever who had a Death on the Nile [1978] movie poster and a Murder on the Orient Express [1974] movie poster on his bedroom walls.

One of my favorite games when I was a kid was 'murder/suicide'. Dad would show us a photo and ask us: 'Is it a murder or a suicide ?'

O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange!

The dead don't bother with particulars.

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

Death is an absolute marvel.

There's no privacy for the violently dead.

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns.

Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

His spirit chaunged house and wente ther, As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.

Only the dead, can speak about their world.

The scariest thing about death is not dying, it's the uncertainty of what happens after

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don't know what happens next, afterward.

The man now retrieved a linen cloth and stuffed it deep into Katherine's mouth. "Death, " hewhispered to her, "should be a quiet thing.

The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

Death stalked toward us on padded feet. And it was not alone.