Quotes About Mystery

If I went rummaging through your carcass, would I find you?

We were not told what the device measured or why we should be afraid should it glow red. After the first few hours, I had grown so used to it that I hadn't looked at it again. We had been forbidden watches and compasses.

You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.

When you are too close to the center of a mystery there is no way to pull back and see the shape of it entire.

I want to be your stranger across a crowded room.

It had all ended with the translator and her flying through the sun and then somehow converting the energy of the passage into something called spatial translation and threading.

I also think that human behavior is so mysterious and unpredictable that if you are not humble about it you are bound to be insensitive to a lot of the dilemmas and predicaments that people are facing.

What the client brings to us in a session is so overwhelming and so full of content and feeling that we can't hold it all. So we have to find ways to live with that—to live with all this uncertainty, all this mystery, all this ambiguity. At the same time, our clients are demanding answers and solutions.

Some guy stopped by to see you. -Who was it? -I don't know. -You don't know? Was he cute? Did you fall in love with him?

we are haunting ourselves in the present from the past and the future via the ghost and the alien.

My dear Miss Parker, aside from the old priest, and now you, no one has lived in that building for three years!

The gift of biblical wisdom, in other words, is not all about getting a privileged seat in God's traffic control tower of the world. We don't get to understand why things happen the way they do. We are mistaken if we think wisdom gives us that sort of insight.

There was a herebefore and there will be a hereafter. Nothing in the universe, including the universe itself, can terminate entirely.

You'll never solve your mysteries, Scharr. Not as long as we live in this. This world's a whore, all soaked in perfumes, and you're so easily seduced." He tapped his skull. "Break the eggshell. Time to fly.

She had stumbled across a ghost, and her touch had conjured the apparition.

Once again, Jake held Lily's hand tight as they made their way across the creek, loud and swollen, the morning mist rising over it like a ghost.

Well, I look at it like this: When you go to a restaurant, the less you know about what happens in the kitchen, the more you enjoy your meal. If the soup tastes good, everything's cool, and you don't necessarily want to know what's in it. The same thing holds true with movies.

A sister I'm not allowed to see, a headmaster with questionable intentions, and a duck that wants to kill me. Good doesn't feel like the right way to put it.

The world is dark and quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves and the cry of a a wolf in the distance.

Your cat ate my unicorn's breakfast.

She played with one of her braids. Three years feels so far away . "Hey." Kristoff moved closer. "Your hair." "Oh." She was used to this question. "The white stripe? I was born with it," she explained. "That's what my parents were told. They actually adopted me when I was a baby. I dreamt that I was kissed by a troll." Kristoff's eyes widened. "Did you say 'troll'?" He hurried after her to hear more.

How was someone supposed to understand something like love?

At first glance, it looked like the portrait of her family that hung in the Great Hall. But this painting had four people in it: the king, the queen, Elsa, and another little girl. The child was a few years younger than Elsa, and she was the spitting image of the king. She had wide-set blue eyes, bright red hair set in pigtails, and a sprinkle of freckles dotting her nose. She wore a pale green dress, and she was clutching Elsa's arm as if she might never let go.

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