Quotes About Mystery

Görelim Hak ne eyler, N'eylerse güzel eyler.

I am left with the magic, the name, the heart miraculously touched.

Ver a una mujer: solo por un segundo, solo por el breve lapso de una mirada, para luego volver a perderla, en la oscuridad de un pasillo, tras una puerta que me está vedado abrir...

Ver a una mujer, y sentir en ese mismo instante que también ella me ha visto, que sus ojos interrogantes han quedado prendados de mí cómo si no tuviéramos más remedio que encontranos en el umbral de lo ignoto, de esa frontera oscura y melancólica de la conciencia...

Ver a una mujer, y sentir en ese mismo instante que también ella me ha visto, que sus ojos interrogantes han quedado prendados de mí cómo si no tuviéramos más remedio que encontrarnos en el umbral de lo ignoto, de esa frontera oscura y melancólica de la conciencia...

what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.

Like Mom, Zoe thought–like Mom used to. And that's where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It's not even good poetry, she thought. I don't have talent, it's her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. "You're a dark one," her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. "You're a mystery.

The dark purr of his voice was almost soothing.

WHAT HAPPENED TO IGGY ONCE HE GOT HOME

He pointed to a door.

bottom of the sea," whispered Ivy. Bean

Jun Lloyd's been four times, once in the dead of night, and he says there's blood oozing out from under the front door, because Mr. Shank's stabbing everyone—

I don't know what ails Adelaide Addison. Isola says she is a blight because she likes being a blight— it gives her a sense of destiny.

THE GHOST OF PANCAKE COURT Bean

suspiciously.

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what's going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise.

Sous mes pas s'ouvre l'énormité du gouffre de l'inconnu : la petite pièce que j'ai dû être dans son existence

Je ne peux pas dire que les hommes me perdent, ce n'est que mon désir qui me perd, la soumission à (ou la quête de) quelque chose de terrible, que je ne comprends pas, né dans l'union avec un corps, et aussitôt disparu.

Dans leur dos

Il y avait dans cette coïncidence surprenante, quasi inouïe, le signe d'une rencontre mystérieuse et d'une histoire qu'il fallait vivre.

Tout ce qui se chantait en anglais était nimbé d'une mystérieuse beauté. Dream, love, heart, des mots purs, sans usage pratique, qui donnaient le sentiment d'un au-delà.

SOMETIMES I HAVE THE FEELING THAT I HAVE SECRETS. They aren't really secrets, because I don't want to talk about them, and besides, they're things that can't be told to anyone.

A good marriage is like a casserole, only those responsible for it really know what goes in it.

Does she . . . or doesn't she? . . . Only her hairdresser knows for sure.