Quotes About Mystery

Le comble de la séduction, c'est de lui donner l'illusion que tu n'es pas en train d'essayer de la séduire.

Il existe des femmes dont le mystère s'évente d'un seul coup lorsqu'elles se mettent à rire. Comme si quelqu'un allumait des néons de salle de bains au milieu d'une forêt de conte de fées. Toi, tu fais pousser des forêts de conte de fées dans un bouquet de néon.

Tutkin hänen sydämensä mekaniikkaa intohimoisesti, yritän avata kiinni juuttuneita lukkoja lempeillä avaimilla. Jotkin kohdat tuntuvat olevan iäksi suljettuja.

Las sombras son pasadizos hacia el mundo de la noche, del invierno, el país de los muertos

Son las doce y diez de la noche, y hay un gigante en mi garaje.

modo inexplicable, les estábamos comprendiendo.

la cabeza— que esos misteriosos emisarios fueron los tres Polo: el padre de Marco, Niccolò, su tío Maffeo y el propio Marco. Los tres venecianos que hicieron el viaje más famoso de la historia. —Absolutamente correcto —sentenció decididamente la anciana y hermosa Becky—. Los emisarios venecianos del Papa latino eran los Polo y, desde luego, entre otras razones, fueron a China en busca de

Chance is providence in a cloak.

God leaves footprints wherever He goes; love alone uncovers them.

Love is the 8th wonder of the world.

Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the flood of its sweet scent.

Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.

Birth of art – song of rice planters, chorus from nowhere.

Not knowing The name of the tree, I stood in the flood Of its sweet smell.

I don't know which tree it comes from, that fragrance.

The truth you seek might be covered with blood... even then would you still want to know? ~Kaname Kuran

The ocean talks to you. Especially at night. Whispering voices that never let up, not even when you sleep.

A snake charmer and a clown A treasure that never was A gift from the deity Itzamna: from 9.10.5.10.7 to 11.17.2.13.10

Life, he realized, was a profoundly complicated thing. It was filled with awe and wonder and beauty, but it was also filled with heartbreak and loneliness. Maybe that was what made it so precious. You could never know what to expect next, or who might step into or out of your world. And the truth was that we were all navigating the mystery together.

Let's face it, all the good stuff happens after midnight.

Maybe that is what it takes to love someone. Finding a happy mystery you would like to unravel for ever.

Be a mystery, not a demographic. Be someone a computer could never quite know.

Beauty--be not caused," said Emily Dickinson. "It is." In one way she was wrong. The scattering of light over a long distance creates a sunset. The crashing of ocean waves on a beach is created by tides, which are themselves the result of gravitational forces exerted by the sun and the moon and the rotation of the Earth. Those are causes. The mystery lies in how those things become beautiful.

Well, what the fuck would an extraterrestrial life form want to come here for?