Quotes About Mystery

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

I've killed hundreds of teenagers. Hundreds. And I didn't know why. Why did I enjoy doing it so much? Why? And then I realized - I had a teenager at home!

I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!" "Adrian?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home." "No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!

Adolphus is not at his desk. That means he is somewhere in the Monstrumarium, has gone home for the day, or is dead.

I never could guess your weight, baby.

It takes the glory of God to conceal a matter. It takes the honor of the king to seek out for it.

Let the world honor you, my Huntress. Live forever in the stars.

Ally Carter, See How They Run

Hope consists in asserting that there is at the heart of being, beyond all data, beyond all inventories and all calculations, a mysterious principle which is in connivance with me

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

I have good hope that there is something remaining for the dead.

...our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose depths neither can ever hope to fathom.

I don't know who St. Valentine was, but I hope he died alone, surrounded by couples.

Sherlock [Holmes] is on the side of the angels, but don't think he's one of them. He uses similar means, but it seems to be for a better purpose, one would hope.

Something I've never seen in all my lives. I'm staring at... hope." - Wanda

The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.

A confused labyrinth of smoky starsentangles my hopes, which are nearly faded

The iron bolt which so mysteriously fastens the door of hope and holds our spirits in gloomy prison, needs a heavenly hand to push it back.

When you get right down to it, we don't ever want to know one another too well. We want there to be that mystery. Where there's mystery, there's hope.

Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful

Wonder ... music heard in the heart is voiceless.

Always the cat remains a little beyond the limits we try to set for him in our blind folly.

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

The mystery of the humanity of Christ, that he sunk himself into our flesh, is beyond all human understanding.