Quotes About Mystery

When in doubt, read books," Principal Arundhi says. He speaks quickly, as if worried this might be his last opportunity to share his thoughts. "Educate yourself. Education has always saved me, Edward. Learn about the mysteries." The boy looks at him, and believes him. Believes that education saved him, believes that he had once been a person who needed to be saved.

When in doubt, read books," Principal Arundhi says. He speaks quickly, as if worried this might be his last opportunity to share his thoughts. "Educate yourself. Education has always saved me, Edward. Learn about the mysteries.

The Taking of MH370.

love was the sea;

snowed in with secrets. Whenever she opened

Life is a mysterious and exciting affair and anything can be a thrill if you know how to look for it, and what to do with opportunity when it comes.

A strange kind of presentiment frequently, on this day, occurred to her;—it seemed as if her fate rested here, and was by some invisible means connected with this castle.

There was something too extraordinary in the appearance of this man, too singular in his conduct, to pass unnoticed by the visitors. He. was of a tall thin figure, bending forward from the shoulders; of a sallow complexion, and harsh features, and had an eye, which, as it looked up from the cloke that muffled the lower part of his countenance, seemed expressive of uncommon ferocity.

Though it was no lighted up by the setting sun, the gothic greatness of its features and its moulding walls of dark grey stone, rendered it a gloomy and sublime object.

Nobody likes to go near that chateau after dark.

Why, that is just what he would say, Signor; but bad deeds will out, whether people like them to be known or not. This man comes to our town sometimes to market, and nobody knew where he came from for a long while; so they set themselves to work and found it out at last.

Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forest of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solicitude ever had local habitation, this might have been "her place of dearest residence

But no matter for that, you can be tolerably happy, perhaps, notwithstanding; but as for guessing how happy I am, or knowing anything about the matter,--- O! its quite beyond what you can understand.

There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.

Her face was a map I'd like to trace. I'd love to see where it would take me. And I'd love to see where she had been.

I do not know what will be the end of it.

There's a story unfolding with a definite beginning and an eventual end, and even though we can't begin to imagine what the whole plot is, and we can hardly even see beyond the present moment, someday we're going to see and understand all of it. For now, we trust. Later, we'll know.

Nelson Knutson?" I nodded. "What kind of name is that? It sounds like something a magician would say . . . you know, like abracadabra." "It does?" "Yeah. You know, I'm waving my magic wand and . . . Nelson Knutson! . . . there's a rabbit in my hat!

Never having been dead, it was merely speculation.

Because of my underpants?" Ivan asks. "Chiefly because of Pontius Pilate." [from Bulgakov's The Master & Margarita ]

Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .

No other looked into her secret eyes. Nobody dared.

Why is it that you still beguile me – As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?

And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.