Quotes About Mystery

Run slowly, horses of the night.

The cause is hidden, but the result is well known.

A female magician named Catherine Trianon, who lived together 'as man and wife' with another cunning-woman, was described as having more learning 'in the tip of her finger' than others acquired in a lifetime. When her house was searched in 1680 twenty-five manuscript volumes on the occult sciences were found.

Even if their magic is of the flesh? I cannot say if there are spells and curses, but I have known enchantment in my life.

You never really know what's going on inside Tony Iommi's head. He's the total opposite of me, in other words: no one's ever in any doubt about what's going on in the pile of old jelly inside my thick skull.

The mystery of government is not how Washington works but how to make it stop.

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

Did you realize that 90 to 99 percent of what goes on in the universe is either infra (below) or ultra (beyond) our faculties of perception? Because of this, at any given moment, we are only aware of a small fraction of what is happening within or around us. Our perceptual range expands

A long time ago a boy climbed a beanstalk, and he came down a thief. Now a thief is climbing a beanstalk. And who knows what will come down?

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

La historia que nos enseñan, siempre dispuesta a defender las políticas de Buenos Aires, pretende que la reunión de Guayaquil fue "misteriosa" y sugiere una supuesta intervención de la masonería. También se ha hecho hincapié en la "altanera soberbia" de Bolívar en contraste con el "humilde y ejemplar renunciamiento" de nuestro San Martín.

Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, detective independiente, se tomó el cuerpo con las manos y se estrechó en un autoabrazo solitario, en la oscuridad lunar y la lluvia. «No contaban con mi astucia», se dijo, citando al Chapulín Colorado. Su reserva de frases absurdas era enorme.

That's the thing, chato. I'm not the one to tell it, and you aren't the one to hear it, but rest assured that it'd be pretty tough to figure out …

Belascoarán se llevó la mano a la bolsa y sacó una paleta de caramelo rellena de chicle. Lo mismo podía haber sacado su pistola, el tipo no le inspiraba la más mínima simpatía.

I wonder what he sees, a chapter from a book I have never read.

woods in the predawn darkness, the silence only broken by the sloshing of his flask.

Cold rage had him leaning closer, the pistol now a mere inch from his throat. "I served with them for a decade in Special Forces. You can't _begin_ to know what that means. Now they're dead and I want answers." "Try Ask.com

Dressed in his black leather jacket and black leather pants, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, his face shadowed with stubble, he stepped into the room like menace come to life.

Just like James fucking Bond.

The Agency's job is keeping secrets. You could ask about the weather, and they would neither confirm or deny that there IS weather.

Going somewhere, little lovers?

It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though killing needed intimacy, deep knowledge of the other, to make it all right.

I am." A soft hand stroked his cheek. "I love what you are." "I saw your eyes, D. When I went feral." "Well, yeah. Under the circumstances, I had reason to be afraid. But, for heaven's sake, Tighe, it's your own fault you scare us humans. You guys are so damned secretive, no one knows you even exist. So of