Quotes About Mystery

Do kraja života upozna?u ljude a nikad ih upoznati ne?u uvijek ?e me zbunjivati neobjašnjivoš?u svojih postupaka.

Do kraja života upoznava?u ljude, a nikada ih upoznati ne?u. Uvijek ?e me zbunjivati neobjašnjivoš?u postupaka

Svijet mi je odjednom postao tajna, i ja svijetu, stalni smo jedan prema drugome, za?u?eno se gledamo, ne raspoznajemo se, ne razumijemo se više.

Do kraja života upoznava?u ljude, a nikad ih upoznati ne?u, uvijek ?e me zbunjivati neobjasnjivoš?u postupka.

I was mistaken. Not because he would have hidden anything from me, but because he was a deep and shadowy well, whose bottom could not be seen easily. And not because he in particular was like that, but because people are like that in general, unfathomable as soon as we get to know them better.

Crne o?i koje miruju, odaju?i život negdje unutra, kao duboka voda, lice osvijetljeno ispod kože mlije?nim svjetilj?icama, tijelo što ne zove, ve? zaprepaš?uje, postoji kao celina jer je sklad. Djeluje dirljivo lijepo. Kao muzika. Neodre?eno, a snažno, ne odvajaju?i se, okre?e nas u nas same, živi za sebe a za nas.

i sve pomalo li?i na onu nekadašnju no?, izdvojenu iz drugih, obilježenu tajnom. Sve je bilo, a opet li?i na san, ni na ?emu ne mogu da se zaustavim jer ništa ne znam, a držim se sje?anja, uporno. Nijednog putokaza nemam za traženje i zadovoljavam se onim što je bilo, od toga je u meni ostao pun osje?aj, neistrošen i nezadovoljen, i ostao je nekakav sanjarski miris, druga dimenzija, mogu?nost izvan onoga što se obi?no dešava.

MALAYA ENJOYED a good mystery. It wasn't the triumph of solving that compelled her. It was the sifting through—the discovering of new layers and textures, unthought-of twists and turns that thrilled her. One of the greatest mysteries in her life was her mother.

His smile was deep and dark, like a thousand books begging to be read, like the doorway to Narnia.

There he lay spooked, a spinning wheel in a celestial bowling alley.

I skim through time and space at the speed of thought. The unknown is my prey, I bring it to earth in a single exquisite bound.

Looking at him was like staring at a prism; you saw something different from every angle. The one definite was that you couldn't stop looking at him.

People's marriages were like two-person religious cults, impossible to understand.

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like ... robotics. Just another subject that she couldn't understand at all.

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn't need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain.

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn't need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain. With love, apparently you didn't necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all.

Maybe the secret truth about death is that dead people are whisked away from their current lives and forced to live somewhere else far away—a process similar to reincarnation but taking place not in the future but now. A sort of mortality-based witness protection program. And if you found them they would look the same as they always had. If only you knew where to find them. If only you knew where to look.

Does that scare you? Are you afraid that if I take away the mysterious part of you, I won't like you anymore?

Some things just can't be explained, ever, and your brain could burst if you think about them too hard.

We never know, none of us, what love'll do to us.

In some animal part of my brain, I guess I thought looking her up might somehow summon her. So I never did. And she came anyway.

she told me her secret. And showed me what darkness was, and is, and how it works, and how it never goes away or ends.

Looking at her, he could almost see the painted serpent squirming on her skin, ready to turn, mouth open.

Because---and this was the first time I understood this--- everyone always like the best, wants the most, admires deeply, the girl who's just out of reach. The girl no one can touch, really. We don't know why we're drawn, but it's unstoppable.