Quotes About Mystery

Seven things has Lady Lackless Keeps them underneath her black dress One a ring that's not for wearing One a sharp word, not for swearing Right beside her husband's candle There's a door without a handle In a box, no lid or locks Lackless keeps her husband's rocks There's a secret she's been keeping She's been dreaming and not sleeping On a road, that's not for traveling Lackless likes her riddle raveling.

There was nothing special about the dried apple, but in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.

Seven things stand before The entrance to the Lackless door One of them a ring unworn One a word that is forsworn One a time that must be right One a candle without light One a son who brings the blood One a door that holds the flood One a thing tight-held in keeping Then comes that with comes with sleeping

What the hell do you call that?" I asked him quietly. "Firefog?" "We could," he responded. "Kilvin would probably call it an atmospherically enhanced incendiary action.

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

And it was a secret thing, of sorts. I have always had a weakness for secrets.

Close your mouth, E'lir Kvothe, or I will feel obliged to put some vile tonic in it.

Una vez, uno de los maestros de la Universidad me dijo que había siete palabras que hacían que una mujer te amara. Estaba preguntándome cuáles serían esas siete palabras. -¿Por eso hablas y hablas sin parar? ¿Confías en dar con ellas por casualidad?

See a woman pale as snow? Silent come and silent go. What's their plan? What's their plan? Chandrian. Chandrian.

Love is such a thing. You have knowledge of what it is, but it defies careful explication." "Love is a subtle concept," I admitted. "It's elusive, like justice, but it can be defined.

So strange and rare. So full of faraway.

There was a secret deep within the hidden heart of things. Mandrag never told her that. She did not think he knew. Auri found that secret for herself. She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

It's quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.

I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.

Nunca estás donde te busco, y apareces cuando menos lo espero. Como el arco iris.

Luego toqué la canción que se esconde en el centro de mí. Esa música sin letra que recorre los rincones secretos de mi corazón. La toqué con cuidado, desgranando las notas lenta y suvamente en el oscuro silencio nocturno. Me gustaría poder decir que es una canción alegre, que es dulce y animada, pero no lo es.

She tried to slide it back to proper true, but couldn't see the shape of it and couldn't tell the way of things and if it was a place where it was right.

Pero creo que no me amaba, porque me atrapó con una sonrisa adorable y luego desapareció sin decir palabra. Como el rocío bajo la débil luz del amanecer. -Como un sueño al despertar -añadió Denna con una sonrisa. -Como una doncella feérica deslizándose entre los árboles.

What what. Hush hush.

Aunque entonces no lo sabía, yo estaba buscando el nombre del viento.

She pulled the cork and sniffed it. "What's in it?" "Sunlight," I said. "And a smile, and a question.

Su voz es como una tormenta, y sus manos conocen todos los secretos ocultos bajo la fría y oscura tierra.

Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.