Quotes About Mystery

As our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm. 'You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody's looking at him. I'll bet he killed a man.' She narrowed her eyes and shivered.

Charley was twenty-six, with that faint musk of weakness hanging about him that is often mistaken for the scent of evil.

Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. --- quoted by Evan Osnos to describe the rapidly urbanising China

Well, Rosalind has still to meet the man she can't outdistance. Honestly, Alec, she treats men terribly. She abuses them and cuts them and breaks dates with them and yawns in their faces--and they come back for more. They love it. They hate it. She's a--she's a sort of vampire, I think--and she can make girls do what she wants usually--only she hates girls.

Then for a moment they faded into the sweet darkness so deep that they were darker than the darkness, so that for awhile they were darker than the black trees- then so dark that when she tried to look up at him she could but look at the wild waves of the universe over his shoulder and say, 'Yes, I guess I love you too.

Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers...

it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.

The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight, and, turning my head to watch it, I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbour's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.

the silver pepper of the stars.

But there was a change in Gatsby that was simply confounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.

Demek ki o haziran gecesi sadece y?ld?zlar? izlemiyormu?.

hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.

Es-tu amoureux de moi? me demanda-t-elle à voix basse. Sinon, pourquoi fallait-il que je vienne seule? — C'est tout le mystère du château des brouillards.

He's just a man names Gatsby.

The sky was low at night, full of the presence of a strange and watchful God.

A dim background started to take shape behind him, but at her next remark it faded away.

a sixteen-year-old girl could keep a relationship with an older man from her mother, then who knew what else lay hidden in the minds of these island folks?

She was there! At a palace! Trish strained to see through the heavily tinted windows but was unsuccessful. In a minute, she'd be outside. Then, a few minutes after that, she'd be inside the palace. A real palace.

But everything I've heard tells me that Matt has something going on. He kept

We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.

The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tambours I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.