Quotes About Mystery

Melancholy, I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, like there was music hidden somewhere inside it. Kate Di Camillo, Because of Winn Dixie

Who can say what astonishments are hidden inside the most mundane being?

It was the strangest things, how happiness came out of nowhere and inflated your soul.

But that is impossible, said Peter. Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained.

He was agitated for some reason that he could not name. (page 35)

Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. Do you hear music? she said to Sheila. I hear something, said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. I've got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn't that cool? Maybe the music we're hearing is the stars singing.

The world no longer shone, but it was very bright ... Strange world! Impossible world!

Frank thought how mysterious the world was, how unexplainable and sometimes frightening. But to sit in the kitchen and read to someone he loved and to push back the darkness with a story--that was a wonderful thing.

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

Where had Mrs. Borkowski's should gone? (p. 139)

If he was dead, well, that was interesting, too.

Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

In some ways, mystery could make a person attractive.

I want to stay here and think about the secret door.' 'You can think about it on the way. That's the beautiful thing about the secret door. You can open it anywhere, any time.' In later years, the court ladies often laughed behind their fans at the Dauphin, saying cruelly that he could spend a whole day tapping his cane against his foot and staring into space. I knew, though, that he was building castles in the air.

drew her coat close around her and tried to slip through the crowd, all converging on the

Jesse and Daisy were just entering the Deep Woods when Jesse noticed a stirring in the ferns growing near the base of the Douglas fir.

Aren't we all just flies crawling across the giant tablecloth of fate?

L-A-B-Y-R-I-N-T-H.

is a beautiful place, she thinks, yet somehow an inhospitable one. It's a place of secrets, one that has seen too much and concealed too much to be at peace with itself.

when he had looked into the heart of the labyrinth and made a vow to protect the secret with his life.

If you take away the mystery of God and reduce everything to the commonplace, you take away much of the beauty in their lives.

Those who want to hear the voice of pagan gods in wind and thunder, who want to see fairies dance in the moonlight, who can believe that faith can move mountains, can follow the thread on the pages of this book. It is a fragile thread; it cannot bear the weight of facts and dates.