Quotes About Mystery

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I'd rather not talk about it, because I didn't understand it.

Why do people all over the world, and at all times, want marvels that defy all verifiable facts? And are the marvels brought into being by their desire or is their desire an assurance rising from some deep knowledge, not to be directly experienced and questioned, that the marvelous is indeed an aspect of the real?

I suppose you really like them dirty, said Miss Vyner. That's it. Dirty and full of divine mystery, said Cobbler, rolling his eyes and kissing his fingers. "Sheer connoisseurship, I confess, but I've always preferred a bit of ripened cheese to a scientifically packaged breakfast food.

There he lay, in a pale frothing liquid which she had, for a dreadful moment, believed to be some eccentric vital fluid of his own, but which issued from a case of broken bottles which lay near him.

anything you do will be for nothing, unless it leads you to the Goddess of the Underworld

particularly

she had two phones.

these slides with the red-grease-pencil marks have areas where the neurons are either missing or in bad shape," said the resident. "The curious thing is that there's very little if any inflammation. I don't have any idea what it is. I'd have to describe it as 'multifocal, discrete neuron death,' etiology unknown.

Because he's not here. Does that answer your question?

He almost dreaded to find out what was going on in the hospital. It was like a sickness in his own family. Medicine had been his life.

pole. Denise followed, her eyes rapidly exploring the interior which was completely tiled; walls, ceiling and floor. The tiles had once been white; now they were an indeterminate gray. The room was thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. Parked in rows on each side were old wooden carts with wheels the size of those on a bicycle. Down the center of the room was an open lane. Each cart supported a shrouded corpse.

Many grim tales stem from your green lands, and still deeds both noble and evil shall yet unfold there.

Woodget glanced into the dim shadows behind the trees. What you be hiding fer? he called. On such a night as this even the greatest may hide and not be ashamed, came the response.

Perhaps it is a human thing, to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.

Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.

at four o'clock in the morning, when the world is full of magic, things may be safely said that may not be uttered at any other time, so long as the person who listens believes in the same kind of magic as the person who speaks.

Not all honey— she had concluded— had a specific use beyond what all honey is good for, sweetness and salves. But this honey, it was somehow so strong that it must be for something, though she had still not learnt what it was. The best she had come to was that this honey was for joy...

There's always a nest time,' said the king, 'unfortunately. You just don't know what it's going to be about.

The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose.

The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the nature of gossip abhors a vacuum of the unexplained.

Nothing?' said Corlath. 'I said there were two things. I have told you the first. You told us what you saw as you saw it. But this is the second thing: you spoke in the Old Tongue, what we call the Language of the Gods, that none knows any more but kings and sorcerers, and those they wish to teach it to. The language I just spoke to you, that you did not recognize- I was repeating the words you had said yourself, a moment before.

How does a hundred-and-eighty-pound man turn into a ninety-pound wolf? Where does the leftover ninety go? Does he park it in the umbrella stand overnight?

Have there been many recently who walk where I go now?" inquired the soldier. "No," said the captain of the guard. "There have not been many." And he stepped back into the shadows without saying any more.

During the worst of the Voodoo Wars anyone who lived alone with a cat was under suspicion of being a vampire.