Quotes About Mystery

What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked. A Filler Crisp," Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous.

Cats learned how to fly that evening,...

I found a copy of Leven's birth certificate and was surprised to see his birth name listed as E. Leven Thumps. I assume the E. stands for Elton , and I have no idea why they didnt spell it out, but it's intresting to think that it took exactly eleven whacks or thumps to down the oldest tree.

Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding.

You are horror and beauty in rare combination.

What is it?" she asked. "Flesh. More like mine than like yours. Different from mine, too, though. It's … the ship." "You're kidding. Your ship is alive?

Pochi ritengono che Dio sia un altro modo di chiamare la natura e questa corrisponde a tutto ciò che non capiscono o non controllano.

Yet God has been here all along, shaping us and being shaped by us in no particular way or in too many ways at once like an amoeba—or like a cancer. Chaos.

She wasn't writing romance or feel-good novels," mystery author Walter Mosley said. "She was writing very difficult, brilliant work.

Akin rested his chin on Iriarte's shoulder and savored the strange pale scents—all pale now.

God has been here all along, shaping us and being shaped by us in no particular way or in too many ways at once like an amoeba—or like a cancer. Chaos.

Opening and closing her jacket, her hand touched the long scar across her abdomen. She had acquired it somehow between her second and third Awakenings, had examined it fearfully, wondering what had been done to her. What had she lost or gained, and why?

The room was beginning to darken and spin.

What was he, he wondered, that he could have anything at all but an end?

He frowned a little, shook his head. "You vanished." He seemed to have to force the words out. "You were here until my hand was just a couple of inches from you. Then, suddenly, you were gone. I couldn't believe it. I just stood there. Then you were back again and on the other side of the room.

He shrugged. "It happened. I saw it. You vanished and you reappeared. Facts.

You are horror and beauty in rare combination. In a very real way, you've captured us, and we can't escape.

All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can't be touched.

God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.

Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.

lives were spent in pursuit of shadowy ends that remained ever just round the corner.

It was very strange that I, who knew the whole extent of space and time, and counted the wandering stars like sheep, overlooking none, but I who was the most awakened of all beings, I, the glory which myriads in all ages had given their lives to establish, and myriads had worshipped, should now look about me with the same overpowering awe, the same abashed and tongue-tied worship as that which human travelers in the desert feel under the stars.

Even when all the worlds have frozen or exploded, and all the suns gone dead and cold, there'll still be time. Oh, God, what for?

For our astronomers assure us that in this boundless finitude which we call the cosmos the straight lines of light lead not to infinity but to their source.