Quotes About Mystery

Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day…

The water is DEEP AND DARK AND DANGEROUS

here, there, and everywhere"-an opinionated riddle.

The lake's deep...and dark...and dangerous.

To everyone who enjoys ghost stories

As Corey and I followed Grandmother out of the library, we glanced at each other. Without saying a word, I knew my sister was thinking exactly what I was thinking. Rappings and tappings, footsteps, doors opening and shutting— we could do that. And more. Bringing ghosts back to Fox Hill would be like playing haunted house all summer long.

The bones came out, the bones came out, the bones came out.

Nights like this. They go on and on, outlasting the moon, because they're made of something else, something as quiet as a heartbeat and as sweeping as the wind.

I remember Mr. Bender's comment about us only being here for two weeks, too. It's true. How could Mother and Father have known? After I spent over a year in a coma, how could they have predicted exactly when I would wake up and then move to California precisely at that time? Was it only coincidence? Or did they decide when I would wake up? Why would they keep me in a coma for so long? Why would they steal a year and a half of my life? What kind of parents are they?

I never asked about the accident. Something told me not to. Maybe it was the shine of Mother's eyes. Maybe it was Father's smile that tried too hard. Maybe it was something deeper inside me that I still can't name. The Accident. Like a title. A stop sign. A wall.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

If I could only reach out and touch the stars, I would know everything. I would understand.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

What is magic but what we don't yet understand

The magic of the wishes, of course, was simply in making them, fishing deep for a hidden desire, molding it into words to make it real, and tossing it into a mysterious unknown that you believed was maybe, just maybe, listening.

My own feelings had become a thorny riddle for which I had no answer.

Dragons eventually wake and crawl from their dark dens.

I watched her saunter over. It was something about her steps. Her arms crossed in front of her. Her timing. The deliberate casualness of it all. The muscles in my neck tightened. I didn't have a good feeling about it. Then she smiled, and I knew. Don't do this, Lia. But I really wasn't sure just what she was doing. I only knew no good would come of it. I knew the language of Lia. I

Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased? I wanted to know. As

He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered. "And I am—" "I know who you are. You're Morrighan." He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

What's your name?" I asked as he mounted his horse. "You are nothing!" he answered, as if he'd heard a different question from my lips. He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered. "And I am --" "I know who you are. "You're Morrighan." He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

I have two arms but not a bone, I can't be hurt with knife or stone. I have a head but lack a face, I don't need eyes to match your pace. I'm shifty, a thief, a trick of the eyes, My robes are made of mystery and lies. I am short, I am thin, I am monstrous and tall, But when midnight comes, I am nothing at all.