Quotes About Mystery

Hava is missing. She went for a short walk on the street and never came back.

In the middle of this poor life, we are surrounded by mystery, and the pity of it is that we would rather just be poor. No real tolerance for mystery at all.

I hope I presented what I felt the woman seemed to be about, but I couldn't give any reason as to why she remained in the relationship other than that their relationship was very special.

how will my journey change me? I asked the seeress, and she replied, seated on Hlidskjalf: 'l cannot see beyond the trees but they are calling you, only the trees.

I suppose we were merely on loan in each other's lives; these last years have already broken their secrets, have already gone out ahead and beyond us, reaching their conclusions: the present was beautiful in my not knowing. There are some sufferings as crimson and fallen, vibrant as autumn's tremblings.

Everyone is alien. And even when you are in love with someone, even when you think you know them better than you know yourself; even when you think you know everything about them and they you, and you live in each other's souls. Even then you know nothing about them at all.

She led him up through the now silent garden of the hotel, its fairy lights sparkling among the trees, the revellers inside, or gone home to bed. The early roses gave out their spring scent along with the perfume of bluebells in the deeper grass. And she led him to the sturdy tree trunk, both of them under a spell, a cloud of summer nights and dancing and laughter and music.

The loch was the worst kind of dangerous: beautiful and tempting.

know, you'll say anything is possible. But don't you think the polis would have been all over him? There'd have been search parties and petitions and pictures on lamp-posts and appeals and T-shirts and so on and so forth? A beautiful young mother disappears?' 'Mrs Murray reckons it was hushed up.' 'Mrs Murray reckons 9/11 was done by lizards.

Or, if you were that way inclined, you could think of yourself sitting on the spine of a great beast, only the vertebrae visible. That was how people thought of it in the old days: something was sleeping beneath the waves, and if you were very lucky it let you live on its bumps.

Smirking, he says, "Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn't work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts.

I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.

It was turning it into a secret that gave it power.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

Y quién sabe medir el atractivo de una persona? Algunas veces las personas son un millón de veces más atractivas para ti en tu mente. Es como si tú los vieras por un lente especial, pero quizá es así como tu realmente los ves.

I just hope we get away with it.

He must be the handsome man Stormy mentioned to me.

That story made me feel like I knew you at least a little bit. But I don't know you, and I wish I did.

There's just something about him girls like.

What's to be sad about?' 'I don't know.' 'How can you not know?' 'Because sometimes you just feel sad and you can't explain it.

I never knew it before, but I think maybe all this time I've been invisible. Just someone who was there. Now that people think I'm Peter Kavinsky's girlfriend, they're wondering about me. Like, why? What about me made Peter like me? What do I have? What makes me so special? I would be wondering too. I am now a Mysterious Girl. Before I was just a Quiet Girl. But becoming Peter's girlfriend has elevated me to Mysterious Girl.

Conrad was the older one, by a year and a half. He was dark, dark, dark. Completely unattainable, unavailable. He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it. Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours. It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine.

You're just so mysterious. I hardly know a things about you. The things I know are so unsubstantial, so unsatisfying, like that you eat a chicken sandwich every day at lunch, and you're on the golf team. I guess the one remotely real thing I know about you is you're a good writer, which must mean you have deep reserves of emotion.

You're just so mysterious. I hardly know a thing about you. The things I know are so unsubstantial, so unsatisfying, like that you eat a chicken sandwich every day at lunch, and you're on the golf team. I guess the one remotely real thing I know about you is you're a good writer, which must mean you have deep reserves of emotion.