Quotes About Mystery

The soothsayer shrugged, flustering her bat. "Some details are above your feygrade.

There are two things you should know about me, Victoria. One, I will play games with you." Warmth flooded my body, centering between my thighs. I swallowed. "What's the other thing, big guy?" He palmed the back of my head, drawing me close. Yet then he hesitated, as if relishing that he was about to kiss me. "You will like my games.

Soothsayerese? I don't speak it," he said, but she didn't elaborate. "That's all you're going to divvy?" "Wanna know more?" Nïx raised her brows. "Then you should have let me lick your horns.

Have you ever wanted to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" Huh?

Recently, he'd consulted the soothsayer Nïx about his future. She'd replied with a grin, "It's a doozy.

Never run from one such as me." Her attacker didn't sound human. "You will no' get away. And we like it.

If God made anything better than women, I think he kept it for himself.

Sometimes outlaws walk on water.

Maybe, she thought with some perversity, it wasn't the gods who controlled the universe, but cats. Cats who toyed with humans as a puppeteer would a marionette.

My family never talks about feelings, and we certainly never talk about plutonium. It's hard to take something seriously if you can't see it, smell it, touch it, or feel it. Plutonium is a cosmic trick. The invisible enemy, the merry prankster. Can it hurt you or not? None of us know.

And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.

I have oscillated between faith and doubt for many years but have come to accept that there is a force which I feel within but which I cannot explain.

In every human being there is a child who only wants to play, and the most attractive game is mystery. The mysterious content of the human soul wanders through the meandering corridors of a mythical labyrinth, with underground congregations with candles (or illuminated by candles), secret passages in the double walls of castles, and treasures hidden in the halls!

what one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible...

Bough of a tree to the rain . . ." he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.

The Scarecrow watched the Woodman while he worked and said to him I cannot think why this wall is here nor what it is made of. Rest you brains and do not worry about the wall, replied the Woodman, when we have climbed over it we shall know what is on the other side.

and the next moment all of them were filled with wonder. For they saw, standing in just the spot the screen had hidden, a little old man, with a bald head and a wrinkled face, who seemed to be as much surprised as they were.

All magic is unnatural, and for that reason is to be feared and avoided ~ The Scarecrow

Flathead on the mountain. Taking them one at a time, she had the can of brains that belonged to each one opened and the contents spread on the flat head, after which, by means of her arts of sorcery

Then, to their surprise, they found before them a high wall which seemed to be made of white china. It was smooth, like the surface of a dish, and higher than their heads.

Never question the truth of what you fail to understand, for the world is filled with wonders

Tarts and tadpoles!...The boy is still alive!

No one knows that, except the person who's writing this story, said Shaggy. But we won't find anything—not even supper—unless we travel on. Here's a path. Let's take it and see where it leads to.

Oz, the Great and Terrible.