Quotes About Mystery

No Names There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier- scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take. Some high lakes are not for us, some slick escarpments. I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick.

We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.

It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.

But then suppose you stepped into one of those rooms,' he said, 'and discovered another room within it. And inside that room, another room still. Rooms within rooms within rooms. Isn't that how it might be, trying to learn Josie's heart? No matter how long you wandered through those rooms, wouldn't there always be others you'd not yet entered?

Yet are you so certain, good mistress, you wish to be free of this mist? Is it not better some things remain hidden from our minds?

This gave us both a little chill, and though we giggled, we didn't say any more about it.

Boatman, she says. There's a tale I once heard, perhaps as a small child. Of an island full of gentle woods and streams, yet also a place of strange qualities. Many cross to it, yet for each who dwells there, it's as if he walks the island alone...

She's no dream woman I keep telling you, princess. Everyone here knew her a month ago and had a good word for her. What can it be makes everyone, yourself included, forget she ever lived?

The Giant, once buried, now stirs.

A poem needs understaning through the senses. The point of diving in a lake, is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake; to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes, it was like staring at the back of the moon, only to find that it shines too.

Whatever had made those marks seemed to have come out of the water.

You're telling me that you can raise the dead by simply summoning? Yes. My God, she whispered, staring at me.What have they done? Hearing her words and seeing her expression, I knew I'd just done something worse than raising the dead-- I'd confirmed her worst fears about us. In her eyes, I saw the same thing I saw when people looked at Derek. I saw fear. And I knew we were in trouble.

Tall, dark, and gruesome. -Tori

A knock came at the door. Everyone looked up. Elena's nostrils flared and she leaned over to whisper something to Clay. Fuck, he muttered. Keep talking, Jaime. It's only Cassandra. She can wait. Forever, if we're lucky. I heard that, Clayton, Cassandra said as she walked in. Who the hell forgot to lock the door? Clay said. You were the last one in, Elena murmured. Damn.

First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.

Simon had drawn three pictures. In the top left corner, like a salutation, was a ghost. The middle had a big sketch of Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator. The third in place of a signature, was a lightning bolt surrounded by fog. Beside the drawing, someone had scrawled in inch-high letters 10 A.M. Tori snatched it from me and turned it over. So where's the message? Right there. I pointed from picture to picture. It says: Chloe, I'll be back, Simon.

He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur. "I'm definitely thinking something with more body parts," I said. "Like a head." He gave a snort of a laugh. "It's probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.

To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.

Wish all my corpses would do that.

What's next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.

Nothing screws up a séance like the appearance of a real ghost. ~Jaime Vegas

T'oublies un truc, cherie. C'est moi, le psychopathe du coin. - Clay Danvers