Quotes About Mystery

Beyond the lake the waning moon has slowed, And stands there like a window open wide Into a hushed and brightly lit abode Where something dreadful has occurred inside.

A solitary sorceress: her shadow is still visible on the eve of the new moon.

That old Cagliostro does weird things, He's a most elegant devil , But he won't cry with me over death And he doesn't know what conscience is.

I didn't know that the moon was in on everything.

She enters, and before I can discern her, She stares at me with an attentive eye. "Were you," I ask, "the cause of the Inferno For Dante?" – And she answers: "I.

I cannot tell if the day; is ending, or the world, or if; the secret of secrets is inside me again.

We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to understand what we do not love.

She whipped her head around in his direction. Light dazzled her. All she could make out was a tall figure with broad shoulders. But she heard the voice clearly. A deep voice smooth and rich as the cream she scooped from the new milk on her farm in Yorkshire. That beautiful cultured baritone frightened her more than all Monks and Filey's ribald situations.

Tell me more about your home. I can hear in your voice how you love it." He smiled. "You'd love it, too, mo chridhe." "What do you call me?" He wasn't quite ready to tell her, so he pretended not to hear the question.

When God breaks in, the only thing you can do is believe it or not. YOu cannot ask for a receipt of the transaction or a sign for the dubious. God does not offer to cover your backside.

The creature laughed with a sound like water splashing softly on pebbles.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

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me if I did!" ejaculated the coroner.

My son, remember that a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion.

She looked, and saw the black, domed sky arching over her head. And her heart dilated; she felt the great black dome in her heart. She sat under the stars, worshipping them. Her heart opened and grew vast, until the whole sky with all its stars began to pour into her, a mysterious flood of star-strung darkness. She wanted to receive the night sky into her heart.

What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.

But the mysterious and private heart never ceases to beat. Indestructible and immortal, the heart beats on, independent, and beating for me alone…

Reality had always been something of an unknown quantity to me. At times this could be disturbing.

It was as though I had parted company all at once with my usual reasoning self, which had withdrawn into the shadows, leaving me no means of communicating with it; while another "I" took command, functioning at a different, more mysterious level, where all outer appearances were deceptive, and even the thoughts in my head shot with ambiguity.

Perhaps somewhere in the universe there was a touchstone that she had never found, perhaps there was a clue that would make everything simple and clear--if only she knew where to look....

The whole room is as black as pitch. In fact, I'm not at all sure that it is a room. Something suggests to me now that I'm on board ship; I might be floating adrift on some tranquil sea. And yet there's no sound, no motion, nothing to indicate either sea or land. Like a ghost train my life streams through my head, and I don't know which point of the compass I'm facing. How dark it is. The moon must have stolen away secretly.

Perhaps I am the victim of some mysterious political, religious or financial machination—some vast and shadowy plot, whose ramifications are so obscure as to appear to the uninitiated to be quite outside reason, requiring, for instance, something as apparently senseless as the destruction of everybody with red hair or with a mole on his left leg.

I was about to become the world's best-kept secret; one that would never be told. What a thrilling enigma for posterity I should be!