Quotes About Mystery

This girl, this girl, and he a man with a business and a secretary and a house with a furnace and bills and a son and a roof with three shingles and a pretty birdpath made of stone that I sometimes see Mrs.Shaw, her tied back with a scarf, cleaning with a dainty skimmer. How does this man, a man like this, like any of them, come to walk at night and stand in a girl's backyard, and then, smoking and looking up, suddenly feel himself helpless to bher bright magic?

He looked like he could tie a knot in a fire poker, eat it, and crap it out straight.

I was seventeen and there were so many things I didn't know yet, but I knew about hiding.

When you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes into you. (~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)

He shook his head, again with that smile that didn't show his teeth. It was the smile of a man who hadn't been surprised in a very long time but who felt like he was finally going to be surprised again and was enjoying it.

and everything that's been seen and everything that's hidden.

The place was hissing with stories told behind hands as she walked into the place.

we're all wanting things we don't understand. things we can't even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.

Calling it lunacy makes it easier to explain away the things we don't understand.

Logic only tells us what's there; it can't really address what isn't. Even the most devoted empiricist must admit that we have no hope of understanding the universe. Some things are unknowable.

Mama had never said anything of her family having such wealth, not once, in all our years of suffering. But then again, neither had she told me she had a sister. I should not be surprised. She'd kept so many secrets. But this . . . Why had she said nothing of this?

Don't you wonder what happened, Goldie?" "What happened to what?" "To our family. Aunt Florence just told me that she and my mother were close. Like twins, she said.

You must tell me the truth. I've seen you sneak out. I know it must be where you go.

I cannot explain how it begins, or why it happens, what strange alchemy puts such things in motion.

Omnia Mundi Fumus et Umbra

me. It was then that I understood her silence about my snooping had been deliberate. She was my ally, but in what, exactly, I had no idea.

The woman was the kind of woman that the British find breathtakingly sexy and I could never figure out why. She had short, dark hair that was a little bit spiky on top and a curvy little body. She was cute, I supposed, but was no goddess. She wasn't worthy of him. And yet Sean looked like he wanted to eat her up.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

I knew him, but I don't understand him.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can't be real.

Darkness reveals as much as it hides, sometimes.

You look like a goddess when you come, did you know that?" "I'm not a goddess." "Not a goddess. Not an angel. Not a devil. Are you a ghost? Because you can't be real." "I'm real.

Shadows suited him. On James they skittered and fled, even in the dark, leaving him bright and shining. On Alex they clung and caressed, dressing him in mystery.

Try not to kill me with your love, try not to break a glass wall seeing everything, but going unheard, the words feel unspoken. Crystals gleaming at our feet, innocently joined by red fists and a kiss.