Quotes About Mystery

It seemed an odd coincidence, but then that was the nature of coincidence, Juliet supposed--it always seemed odd.

The dead were legion and the gods had their own secret agenda.

Who wrote that? Kitty had

Well, you know, Ruby, people are given the mother they need for a particular incarnation. But then she shrugs helplessly because neither of us can think why we needed Bunty.

The Amethyst deflated with the dawn. It needed the night to come alive, its open maw demanding to be fed with an endless parade of people.

Terence Smith. Graham's golem, formed from the slime at the bottom of a pond of lowlifes somewhere in the Midlands.

He smelled of cloves and pipe tobacco and had a twinkly look about him as if he were going to toast muffins or read a particularly good story to her, but instead he beamed at Ursula and said, So, I hear you tried to kill your maid? (Oh, that's why I'm here, Ursula thought.)

All good animals have secret lives.

You can't know a father. They're all magicians. Got two million years of strings and mirrors in their pockets.

Boys are unpredictable. This maybe not be news, but I'm starting to think it's one of the best things about them.

Sometimes a house has two histories. One that's less well known. One that people have an interest in keeping less well known.

there would be no powerful will binding hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow creature…And yet she had loved him- sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being.

a tangle of sea smell and of weeds and damp, new-plowed earth, mingled with the heavy perfumes of white blossoms somewhere near, but the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land. there was no weight of darkness, there were no shadows. the white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery and the softness of sleep.

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant, was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded.

Do you suppose a woman knows why she loves? Does she select?

when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery.

Per lei, il passato non era niente; non offriva nessuna lezione che lei volesse ascoltare. Il futuro era un mistero che lei non aveva mai provato a penetrare. Soltanto il presente aveva significato; era tutto suo, per torturarla, come in quel preciso istante, con la crudele convinzione di aver perso ciò che aveva avuto, e che le fosse stato negato ciò che il suo essere fremente e appena risvegliato anelava.

What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! Free! Body and soul free! She kept whispering.

Cine È™tie ce metale folosesc zeii atunci când f?uresc acea leg?tur? pe care o numim simpatie È™i pe care am putea-o numi la fel de bine iubire?!

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant; was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting conviction that she had lost that which she had held, that she had been denied that which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded.

What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

The voice of the sea is seductive. - Kate Chopin, The Awakening

odalisque, prompting us to call him Dingolion and Dandelingo

She was fierce and opaque, and not breakable.