Quotes About Mystery

Ouija boards,

Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.

It seemed as though the secret of the universe had miraculously appeared right here at our feet, as though God's notebook had opened under our bench.

In these pages, the Professor had walked beyond beaten paths, looking for truth in a place no one knows.

It's the most beautiful disappearance ever.

But what if human beings themselves disappear?" I asked.

It's like copying truths from God's notebook, though we aren't always sure where to find this notebook or when it will be open.

Disappeared' is the only way to describe it-it was as if he dissolved into thin air without so much as a whimper. I wouldn't have believed that a human being with a brain, a heart, with arms and legs and the power of speech could have simple vanished like that. There was nothing about him that suggested he would disappear.

I don't really know why I'm crying. I can't explain it myself, much less stop it.

Matematyka jest jak gwiazdy, nie da si? wyja?ni? ich pi?kna.

Sometimes I wish I could describe how wonderful I feel in those few seconds from the time he spreads his arms above his head, as if trying to grab hold of something, to the instant he vanishes into the water. But I can never find the right words. Perhaps it's because he's falling through time, to a place where words can never reach.

I wonder how she broke the news to her husband. I don't really know what they talk about when I'm not around. In fact, I don't really understand couples at all. They seem like some sort of inexplicable gaseous body to me—a shapeless, colorless, unintelligible thing, trapped in a laboratory beaker.

The order had come in a coarse pale purple envelope.

To me, the appeal of prime numbers had something to do with the fact that you could never predict when one would appear. They seemed to be scattered along the number line at any place that took their fancy.

I sometimes wonder what was disappeared first—among all the things that have vanished from the island.

Sometimes other people's skulls look transparent. At such moments I fall in love.

there's a very well-known method for getting women, everybody knows it, it's not to say a word.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

How can we call death-about which we know nothing- the opposite of life, when we barely comprehend life itself?

human behavior being inexplicable to rational felines,

Was it not Winston Churchill who said that a cat is a riddle, inside an enigma, inside a delightful pelt of cuddliness?

Isn't it curious how, very occasionally, we have a strong and inexplicable feeling about a complete stranger? Most of the time, someone we don't know is just someone we don't know. Perhaps we form an impression of them on account of how they dress, speak, or move. We usually have no expectation, no feeling—good or bad—when we first encounter a new person.

I thought he was going to leave me in a state of deep and continuing mystery but I really didn't mind because he'd called me 'dear boy',

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.