Quotes About Mystery

It is not easy to describe my mother. Remote and starry, her sad stranger's grace did not concern the landscape of the day. Should I say that she was beautiful or that she did not love me? Have shadows beauty? Does the night love her child?

What hand unseen Impells me onward through the glowing orbs Of habitable nature, far remote, To the dread confines of eternal night, To solitudes of vast unpeopled space, To deserts of creation, wide and wild; Where embryo systems and unkindled suns Sleep in the womb of chaos?

No, one could speak neither of distressed or of destitute; this street was, instead, smiling and terrible, much like the expression of intelligence and generosity that the faces of the dead have. It was a dead street, or at least that's how I defined it to myself, hoping to be able to find later a less vehement and irrational description, something that turned out to be impossible.

I want to be a word. I would be abstract with an inscrutable ending.

Es ist mir ohnehin zutiefst unverständlich, was verheiratete oder glücklich liebende Leute auf einem Tanzfest oder in einer Diskothek suchen, wo der ganze Reiz solcher Veranstaltungen doch ausschließlich darin besteht, daß man nicht weiß, in wessen Gesellschaft man sie verlassen wird oder ob die Jagd ergebnislos bleibt.

Fuck me! I love the sound of this. All that's missing is 007 and Miss Funnyfanny.' He got to his feet and picked up the schedule for the morning editorial conference from his desk. 'Prove all this, Gilmour. That should be easy for a woman like you.

Rosie knew that she could promise no more than what she had, but she resolved there and then that if she did nothing else in her life, she would find out what had happened to that baby and where she was now.

The Rosie Gilmour thrillers The Dead Won't Sleep To Tell the Truth Screams in the Dark Betrayed A Cold Killing Rough Cut Kill Me Twice

Darkness was already coming down like a cloak on the deserted streets,

Sometimes, when you go on foot there, when you walk in the woods near the old pagan temples, you feel something very strong. It is like the energy you feel in a church, or the energy you feel when a boy and a girl are in love and touch hands for the first time.

Whether it was true or not, it eased his heart to think there was something beyond the physical plane, something that felt benevolent toward humans, because the gods knew there wasn't much on the physical plane that felt benevolent toward them.

This body has been disturbed." "I'd be disturbed too if I was suddenly dead," I replied.

Meg carried a purse when she went to the office or the Market Square, but it was small and didn't hold anything of particular interest. He knew that because he'd looked.

There is sickness here," Henry said. "The bodywalker must tend to Boo Bear." The

land." "There was some . . . strangeness . . . about the way the Rose

Gods above and below

My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. 'Listen,' he said, 'life and no escape.

We are slaves to the gods. Whatever gods are.

Now I think it is true to say of the road, and also of God, that it does not move. At the same time, it is everywhere. It has a language, but not one I know. It has a story, but I am in it. So are you. And to realize this is a moment of some sadness. When we are denied a story, a light goes off. I am asking you to study the dark.

Three days (so I hear) she is without food, keeps her body pure of bread, longs to run herself aground in a sad secret death. Is it a god inside you, girl?

Nighthawks I wanted to run away with you tonight but you are a difficult woman the rules of you - Past and future circle round us now we know more now less in the institute of shadows. On a street black as widows with nothing to confess our distances found us the rules of you - so difficult a woman I wanted to run away with you tonight.

Facts are bigger in the dark.

I am something supernatural not exactly god, ghost, spirit, angel, principle or element – There is no term for it in English.

Aztán megindult feléjük az idÅ', ahogy karjukkal egymáshoz simulva álltak, arcukon a halhatatlanság, hátukban az éjszaka.