Quotes About Mystery

THREE days crawled slowly out of the east and followed one another across the steaming jungle and over the edge of the world beyond.

Edgar Rice Burroughs

The Morgors, like death, were without art.

You see you left a little thumb print, and we are rather whales on thumb prints at Scotland Yard, Fisher.

Edgar Wallace

A magical universe was so terrifying because it was so irrational. There was no cause and effect anywhere.

In strange ways hard to know gods come to men. Many a thing past hope they have fulfilled, And what was asked for went another way. A path we never thought to tread God found for us. So this has come to pass.

In strange ways hard to know gods come to men. Many a thing past hope they have fulfilled, And what was looked for went another way. A path we never thought to tread God found for us. So this has come to pass.

They watched him walk away. Now, there's a fascinating fellow, Adele breathed. So charming, Pippa's grandmother sighed. He minces, Pippa said.

Since there is so much that you know about me, can you tell me something about yourself? Some true thing? She asked, watching him, realizing that she knew nothing of the actual man that hid beneath the blandly smiling, smooth exterior that he presented. Some true thing? He laughed. Oh my dear, there is no true thing about me at all.

Here. After so long waiting. Her purple eyes. Torn cloak. Skin pale, sheer as ice. Exhausted. But unafraid.

Where is it? I asked, willing him to tell me. He laughed suddenly, and I could hear the full-throated, grating sound of the white bear's laughter in it. East of the sun and west of the moon, he said.

If the mystery of the cross becomes the inner form of this science, a living energy that allows the soul to be molded by what is received from this mystery, it turns into a science of the cross . On the contrary, excessive interior preoccupation with one's own personal concerns can develop in the course of life into a general indifference to things religious.

The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.

They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and gray under the stars

She lay for a long time listening to the mysterious sounds given forth by old houses at night, the undefinable creakings, rustlings, and sighings, which would have frightened Virginia had she remained awake, but which sounded to Nan like the long murmur of the past breaking on the shores of a sleeping world.

Oh, I am—it's much safer to be fond of dangerous people.

But there was about her the mysterious authority of beauty, a sureness in the carriage of the head, the movement of the eyes, which, without being in the least theatrical, struck him as highly trained and full of a conscious power. (Newland Archer of Countess Olenska)

She paused before him with a smile which seemed at once designed to admit him to her familiarity, and to remind him of the restrictions it imposed.

and he could only follow the shadowy pantomime of their silhouettes

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes

They had never been at peace together, they two; and now he felt himself drawn downward into the strange mysterious depths of her tranquillity.

In this interpretative light Mrs. Grancy acquired the charm which makes some women's faces like a book of which the last page is never turned. There was always something new to read in her eyes.

She herself was large and saturnine, with a battlemented black lace cap, and so deaf that she seemed a survival of forgotten days, a Rosetta Stone to which the clue was lost.