Quotes About Mystery

The shock of first seeing a birch tree at night, rising up in the dark as cool and slim as a ghost. And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.

only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand.

Well—let's put it another way. Who was it said that coincidence was just God's way of remaining anonymous?

it wasn't that the future...seemed bad or frightening so much as incomprehensible, a blot of black ink on the horizon.

On the way to Francis's, a pregnant dog ran across the road in front of us. "That," said Henry, "is a very bad omen." But of what he wouldn't say.

the place where words didn't work.

The world is much stranger than we know or can say.

Bethlehem star. But we were not

There was a coldness, it seemed to me, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford me the least ray of light.

As side-by-side we walked along this road, hemmed in by two loose stone-like walls, something running towards us in a zig-zag line passed us at a wild pace, with a sound like a frightened laugh or shudder.

I think I have something growing inside of me.

So they profiled the Gingerbread Man with a curved spine." "It's just a hunch," I said.

Blake Crouch, Chicago's deputy chief, and says, "I don't know." Crouch resembles a mole, with a long, sharp nose and tiny black eyes.

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This alleged mystery, though, is a knot that we can untie with the Bible in our hands. We can acknowledge that man has all the marks of a majestic temple about him – a temple in which God once dwelt but which is now in utter ruins, a temple in which a shattered window here and a doorway and a column there still give some faint idea of the magnificence of the original design – but a temple which from end to end has lost its glory and has fallen from its once lofty position.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

Roarke: "Darling, before we shift into the official mode, what do you have on under that dress?" Eve: "A device designed to drive men wild." Roarke: "It's working. I don't believe I've ever seen your butt move quite that way." Eve: "It's a cop's butt now, ace, so watch it." Roarke: "I am." He smiled, gave it a nice solid smack. "Believe me.

If you believe in magic,' I (Kate) said. 'If it exists,' said Joanna, 'it doesn't matter a toss whether you believe in it or not.

It is wonderful how much you can conceal between the touch of the handle and the opening of the door if your heart is in it.

Willie Sutton was one of the most notorious, infamous and frequently quoted figures of the twentieth century—yet little is known about him. From the 1920s to the 1950s he robbed dozens of banks, made off with perhaps two million dollars and escaped three maximum security prisons—but how? And why? Who was Willie Sutton and what drove him?

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.

There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass.

Not all things that cast man shadows were men.