Quotes About Mystery

I don't have the same symptoms as you guys," he finally said. "But I know you think I'm something, too. Something supernatural." "There were two other terms on that list," Daiel said. " Xana and sileni ." "Which are…?" "I have no idea.

You sure about the twin thing?" Corey said when Rafe had finished. "Yes, I don't have a long-lost twin brother." "I do," I said. "Or so I've heard." Rafe grinned at me. "Yes, but I'm not him." "Which is good." "Very good.

When I bumped into him, I said a polite, "Hey," and tried to get past. "Hey, yourself." He grinned and, in spite of myself, I felt a little flip in my stomach. Rafe wasn't gorgeous, but he had a sexy, crooked smile and eyes that looked at a girl like she was the first one he'd ever seen. When he stood close, I swore I could feel heat radiating off him. And Rafe always stood close.

Corey--who'd been walking ahead with Sam--let out a whistle. He gestured to a tractor trailer, pulling out of what looked like a parking lot. We jogged up to Corey and Sam. "Please don't be closed for the season," Corey murmured as we picked up speed. "Please don't be staffed by witches and demons, lying in wait for us. Please, please, please, just give us a break.

I went in through the side garage door, which Corey said was always open. Ms. Morris's car was parked inside. I hurried to the house door and knocked. No one answered. I knocked again, then tried the knob. The door was locked. Not surprisingly, Corey also knew where they kept the key. I unlocked the door, slipped inside, and called, "Hello?" Silence. "It's, uh, Maya," I said. "Maya Delaney." Like they'd need a last name.

I saw that dark patch on her haunch and I knew when she was human, there'd be a birthmark in the same place. I knew what it meant for her. And I knew what it meant for me. Yee naaldlooshii. Skin-walker.

Maya's point is that Hayley, Nicole, and Serena shared common characteristics, which probably means they're the same type, and it has something to do with singing and swimming." "And being pretty," Hayley said. "That's not a superpower," Sam muttered.

Do you like Vampires? I don't know I've never met one.

How could I love you? How could I love a ghost? How could I love something that I have to keep hidden in my pocket?

There are stories about winter ghosts found tangles like lice in their lovers' hair.

The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.

She shone like a bright strange star shining in those empty lifeless halls, I write.

There were two girls in a room. They were reading a book… Look again, and the room is empty. The end of the story will have to wait.

small forest of mirrored candelabras

The cats watch, but don't interfere. The witch gasps and coughs and then lies still. Her hands beat against the bed once and then are still. Still the children wait, to make sure that she is dead, and that she has nothing else to say. In the witch's house, the dead are sometimes quite talkative. But the witch has nothing else to say at this time.

Year after year On the monkey's face A monkey face

It worked because I asked justly. Magic makes judgments. Remember that.

So tell me about this prison thing. What did you do? Should I be afraid of you?" "Probably not," Will says. "It doesn't do much good to be afraid of things.

A young girl passes in a hurry. Hair uncombed. Full of black devils.

If you called the faery handbag by its right name, it would be something like 'orzipankianikcz,' which means the 'bag of skin where the world lives,' only Zofia never spelled that word the same way twice. She said you had to spell it a little differently each time. You never wanted to spell it exactly the right way, because that would be dangerous.

Dragons eat the things that they're curious about.

There were two girls in a room. They were reading a book. Now there are two wolves.

What news? There's nothing to tell. I'm a nun.

the book gave Jack a feeling he had never had before, that the past was like a story, in which one thing led to another, and the world was not a boundless mystery, but a finite thing that could be comprehended.