Quotes About Mystery

Do you know why they call this place the Rookery?" Elodin asked. I shook my head. "Because it's where you go if you're a-ravin'." He smiled a wild smile. He laughed a terrible laugh.

I'm about to die of terminal curiosity, you know.

Si miramos el fuego es porque parpadea, porque resplandece. Lo que atrae nuestra mirada es la luz, pero lo que hace que un hombre se acerque al fuego no tiene nada que ver con su resplandor. Lo que te atrae del fuego es el calor que sientes cuando te acercas a él. Con Denna pasaba lo mismo.

Quizá sea propio de la naturaleza humana buscar cosas ocultas.

Our language is rich with implication, so it is easier for us to accept the existence of things that cannot be explained. The Lethani is the greatest of these.

You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

One of the masters at the University once told me that there were seven words that would make a woman love you." I made a deliberately casual shrug. "I was just wondering what they were." "Is that why you talk so much? Hoping to come on them by accident?" I

I slid Threpe's sealed letter inside, where it joined the hollow horn with Nina's drawing and a small sack of dried apple I had stowed there. 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.

Is this..." Chronicler hesitated, looking around. "Are we in Newarre?" Kote nodded. "You are, in fact, in the middle of Newarre.

What what. Hush hush." - Trapis, Name of the Wind

A veces la seducción lenta es la única manera..." Felurian

Her eyes were of the bluest black Like night sky with the clouds blown back

Both ends of Wains were blocked by fallen rock and earth, but in the middle it was clean as a crucible. Everything dry and tight as you please. No damp. No mold. No drafts to bring in dust. Altogether men or no, it was a seemly place, so Auri was careful to comport herself with full decorum. There were twelve oak doors lining the hall. All fine and tight and bound in brass. Over her long years in the Underthing, Auri had opened three of them.

And second, the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward.

Aleshores em vaig adonar que ignorava el nom de l'assignatura de l'Èlodin. Viag fullejar el registre per buscar el nom del mestre i després vaig retrocedir amb el dit cap al lloc on constava el títol de l'assignatura, escrit amb tinta negra i fresca: <>.

Me preguntaba qué podrías estar haciendo aquí

I brought you a ring." It was made of warm, smooth wood. "What does it do?" I asked. "It keeps secrets," she said. I held it to my ear, Auri shook her head seriously, her hair swirling around her. "It doesn't tell them, it keeps them." She stepped close to me and took the ring, sliding it onto my finder. "It's quite enough to have a secret," she chided me gently. "Anything more would be greedy.

She wasn't dressed like a student. She wore an elaborate burgundy dress with long skirts, a tight waist, and matching burgundy gloves that rose all the way to her elbows. Moving deliberately, she managed to get down off the stool without tangling her feet and made her way over to stand nest to my table. Her blond hair was artfully curled, and her lips were a deeply painted red. I couldn't help wondering what she was doing in a place like Anker's.

Porque las buenas capas tienen innumerables bolsillitos por los que siento una atracción irracional e irresistible.

I thought I might be a little crazy." "You still might be," she said. "I'm not a good touchstone to use for judging your sanity." "Do you feel crazy?" She shook her head, a half smile curling the corner of her mouth. "No. How about you?" "Not particularly." "That's either good or bad, depending," she said. "How do you propose we go about solving the mystery of the ages?

Es música mágica? -preguntó con los ojos como platos. Volví a reír. -Hay gente que lo cree.

The deeper we went, the stranger things became.

She handed Mola an apple. "This one has a wish inside it," she said matter-of-factly. "Make sure you know what you want before you take a bite.

Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. "Now that the gates of hell are closed,