Quotes About Mystery

I don't know yet what we're called, or if we have a name. I know so little and need to learn so much. I'm many things, detective, and all of them love you.

Who wants you dead, Max?" "You, apparently. I didn't realize I was such a poor dinner companion.

God chooses to use simple, ordinary things and people so that he is the one who gets all the glory.

My personality. Perhaps the greatest mystery is that one: How can you know what your personality is, since it is completely dependent on how it is perceived and by whom? There's a mirror for beauty, but not for personality.

El amor inescrutable de Dios por nosotros lo lleva a atraernos de vuelta a Él cuando nos apartamos.

In every situation and circumstance of your life, God is always doing a thousand different things that you cannot see and you do not know.

God's ways cannot be fully explained, for He sees the big picture while we only see a small slice.

God has a plan for each of us and that while we might not understand His plan now, eventually we will.

The old Church is still there, the graveyard, the road--and when the night is dark and windy, who knows who else? —The Phantom Rider of the Confederacy

As was done at the time of Maggie's death, scientists and individuals today are still pondering the possibility, if not the certainty, of the eternal life of the human soul. like death itself, this remains one of our greatest mysteries.

Three mysteries are grasped by no man: The mistletoe green between earth and sky, The sadness in a maiden's smile, The runes shaped by the changing moon.

To S.H. & M.H.: Rot. E.H.

Oh shit, Mary whispered in the dark.

The Lord might work in mysterious ways he told himself, but human beings performed untold evils. - Dr. Christopher Logan

It's more like the work of a prankster than a vengeful spirit.

I wouldn't think it was an easy thing to stab someone in the chest. There are the ribs to get through, and one of the roles they play is to stop damage to vital organs beneath. Her killer had known what they were doing.

In my day, secret societies were exactly that, secret. None of this showing up on the front page of the newspaper looking drunk and disorderly.

I had believed I was coming to a sleepy town in the middle of nowhere, and what I had discovered was a murder right in my bookshop and then a nest of vampires who ran a late-night book club.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name. -Johan Liebert

Whenever I think of him... I don't know why, but my chest feels so tight, it's hard to breathe. I need to keep it secret just a little bit longer.

because, honestly, which of us really understands why we do the things we do?

It is a gift. Who is it to say it does not come from God.

The night birds were calling.

How many miracles does it take? Not too many.