Quotes About Mystery

He smiles then exhales a tiny tornado. I wonder if his ribs are big enough for how he feels. His body is radiating something, but I can't tell what.

It is also important to understand that a hidden nature is not always an evil nature

He gave me a message for you." She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth. "What is it?" "That you are in his blood." I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood. "Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

Never turn yer back on the sea, and remember what's hidden beneath her is always more deadly than what's in plain sight.

blood, they would be back. Molly herself was one

Any good photo is a secret of a secret. It's the unknowable glimpsed within a glimpse, the puzzle in plain sight. It's the question that makes us look for an answer we're never going to find. An open case. An unsolved mystery. A good still is never still - it's restive, alive.

High above, the oracle of the moon rose in the watchful night.

But there's more to this world than meets the eye, isn't there?

A friendly thing a shadow is, neither ugly nor unkind, a fantastic dancing friend.

What birds are these wildgeese—flying from precincts where the earth and oceans end— with their enormous wings and speckled throats?

If we had never seen fishes, we should be at a loss to understand how any living beings could exist In the sea.

The Elvis imitation calls to mind 'Death Cab for Cutie,' the song the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band sang in Magical Mystery Tour.

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

Children are the proof we've been here . . . they're where we go to when we die. They're the best thing and the most impossible thing, but there's nothing else . . . Life is a riddle and they are the answer. If there's any answer, it has to be them.

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Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

Kat," Hale groaned, then fell back onto the pillows. "Funny, I didn't hear a doorbell." "I let myself in; hope that's okay." Hale smiled. "Or the alarm." She stepped inside, tossed a pocket-size bag of tools onto the bed. "You're due for an upgrade." Hale propped himself against the antique headboard and squinted up at her. "She returns." He crossed his arms across his bare chest. "You know, I could be naked in here.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

Somebody knows.

Excuse me, Abigail, but whose shift did she get away during?' Townsend asked with a glare. 'Excuse me, Townsend, but who was supposed to booby-trap the doors?' 'I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service,' Townsend said, indignant. 'I do not do booby traps.

Learn her skills, honor her sword, and keep her secrets.

I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You

What are they after?" Kat asked. "Hard to say," Hale said; again, he eyed the room. "Who is that?" Macey asked. "The reason I wasn't flirting with you," Hale told her.