Quotes About Mystery

Become a type, no one saw you. Paranoid thought: What better disguise? But disguise for what?

It's not superstition," she said. They all turned to her, swiveling on their stools. "It is superstition," she admitted. "But it might be true.

If I were you, I would never tell ugly stories about ingenious ways of killing people, for you never can tell but that someone at the table may be tired of his or her nearest and dearest.

What am I? How am I connected? What is my purpose? What is all of this, felt in the flesh? Why is it so beautiful? What is beautiful? Why do I not know? What else don't I know? When will I know it? Will I ever know? Would knowing be too much?

Was this first contact, or last contact?

You wouldn't understand me even if I made sense.

Sometimes you get a sense of when the truth of things will not be revealed by microscopes.

The gods are here, if they are anywhere at all in the world.

The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower. Didn't

I do not know how this thorn got here or from how far away it came, but by luck or fate or design at some point it found the lighthouse keeper and did not let him go. How long he had as it remade him, repurposed him, is a mystery. There was no one to observe, to bear witness—until thirty years later a biologist catches a glimpse of him and speculates on what he might have become. Catalyst. Spark. Engine.

Imagine these expeditions, and then recognize that they all still exist in Area X in some form, even the ones that came

Can you really imagine what it was like in those first moments, peering down into that dark space, and seeing that? Perhaps you can. Perhaps you're staring at it right now.

I aimed my flashlight at the ground—and leapt back, gasping. Incredibly, a human face seemed to be rising out of the earth.

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How can you tell if a streak of light across the sky is sincere?

The story that meant the end arrived late one night.

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Central might catch up to him before he got there. But lurking behind them might be something even darker and more vast, and that was the killing joke. That the thing catching up with all of them would be even less merciful—and would question them until, like a towel wrung dry and then left out in the sun, they were nothing but brittle husks and hollows. Unless

For some reason, Area X was very hard on linguists, almost as hard as it was on priests.

Topological anomaly? Topological anomaly? Don't you mean witchcraft ? Don't you mean the end of civilisation? Don't you mean some kind of spooky thing that we know nothing, absolutely fucking nothing about, to go with everything else we don't know?

The world is always full of the sound of waves. The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?

O que a gente não conhece é sempre mais atraente do que aquilo que temos.

Iba sin pintar, con los cabellos muy cepillados y los labios

Tal vez los actos quedan escritos en el aire y ahí los leemos con unos ojos que no nos conocemos.