Quotes About Mystery

There is nothing in the world as enticing as a wood of any kind, because of its mysteries.

What a pity. How the stars and seas and rivers in their fragile lace of fog go on without us morning after morning, year after year. And we disappear.

To pray is to open oneself completely, intimately, into the Presence that is beyond our ability to name.

If only faces could talk....

There are stories that don't need a plot. Sooner or later they rise above the confusion and untangle their mysteries in a series of sentences.

She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.

At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries. Fantasy changes with the changing times, and yet it is still the oldest kind of tale in the world, for it began once upon a time, and we haven't heard the end of it yet.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Adam asked as we went back upstairs. "Sometime," I told him. "When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

Someday, I'm going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright manner - but I'm not going to hold my breath.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.

Feeling scared yet? Want to go somewhere safe?" "It won't help, will it? We'd just run into Godzilla or the Vampire from Hell. Trouble just follows you around." "Hey, Trouble. Let's find out what your mysterious Indian wanted us to know.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

Crep, strep, venefica est mortua ...

Wizards are a secretive lot.

But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him too closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.

Reincarnation?" He shrugged. "I've never seen any evidence that it's real. But I've never seen anything that disproves it either. I believe the afterlife is better than what we have here—and it would take something extraordinary to make someone willing to come back.

Canadian hikers would be too polite to end up as bodies. Thus the bodies must not belong to random hikers.

Witchbane," he said. "Witch's Spawn." He grimaced, or maybe he smiled. "Something like that, maybe. I forget.

Scaring people is fun," said the witch, stepping out of the shadows about ten feet from the porch.

until I met him today." He turned to Jes. "Who is the forest

She slanted a thoughtful look at Bran, who was talking animatedly with my stepfather. My stepfather was a dentist. Bran ruled werewolves. I didn't want to know what they had in common to get that excited about.

Several years ago, another werewolf had approached me at the garage, looking for a place to be. He was dead.