Quotes About Mystery

He pointed a finger at the sky. 'What?' said Robin, looking up into the blue haze. 'If you look carefully,' said Strike, 'you might just see an asteroid passing through the house of bollocks.

The game can't have been created as a means of driving Ledwell to suicide, because – well, why would it? The game was surely done out of love for the cartoon.

in days and he was too late to pick up the trail at her home station. The best he could do was to lurk around the

insouciance, he was edgy. Why didn't he ask why Strike was there? Or did

Women were so petty, mean, dirty and small. Sulky bitches, the lot of them, expecting men to keep them happy. Only when they lay dead and empty in front of you did they become purified, mysterious and even wonderful.

Robert Galbraith

A woman's severed leg had been crammed sideways in the box, the toes of the foot bent back to fit.

Anomie has to be someone there, with the quote on the window and the stolen drawing and everything. But you never wanted to believe me, that that place was bad news, because of her.

What are you - Secret Service?' 'If I were, I wouldn't admit it.' 'And you're not admitting it, I notice.

withdrawn smugness of unexplained wealth.

had been calm and relaxed. Then something changed. A man she had never seen before or since came at night. He was thin and softly spoken and smoked an expensive cigar. He had asked how

When I got there and picked up the receiver, there was no one on the other end. I clicked the cradle several times

Robert Goldsborough

She was not a woman she was a world.

Except physically, we know little more about Garbo than we know about Shakespeare.

All great experience has a guarded entrance and a windowless facade.

From galactic silence protect us.

It is like the keening sound the moon makes sometimes,/rising.

People say that God works in mysterious ways when they really mean that life, or something in their own lives, doesn't make any sense, but I think that's wrong. I think it means that we can't make any sense out of life until we give up our deepest hopes, until we stop trying to arrange everything to suit us. But once we do, or are forced to . . . That's what's mysterious.

Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.

Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?Then spoke I to my girlTo part her lips, and showed them thereThe quarelets of pearl.

THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF PEARLS Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew: And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where: Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and shew me there The quarrelets of Pearl.

the Catholic Church, therefore, that strange mingling of mystery and common-sense, that union of earth and heaven, of clay and fire, can alone be understood by him who accepts her as both Divine and Human,

the fantastical and damned Iram City of the Columns reappeared in some of the stories of the twentieth-century horror writer H. P. Lovecraft