Quotes About Mystery

Aún resuena en su interior, en lo más hondo de su matriz, el oscuro placer de la penetración. Como un lamento.

Except Marianne, who smiled vaguely.

creature approached Robb

The writer understands how deeply mysterious the 'familiar' really is. How strangely opaque, what we've seen a thousand times. And how inconsolable a loss, when the taken-for-granted is finally taken from us.

Joyce Carol Oates

the swans are beautiful like figures in a dream, that seem to represent something for which there are no adequate words.

REGINALD BURNABY THE GREAT (variously identified as a defrocked Roman Catholic priest from Galway, an ex-convict from Liverpool, if not an escaped convict from that seaport city)

For that was mom's trump card: she was the mother, and so possessed a mysterious and unquestioned authority. Dad was the boss, but Mom was the power.

Secrets! As a child you come to see the world's crisscrossed with them like electromagnetic waves, maybe even held together by them. But you can't know. Not, as kids say, for sure. And if you blunder by accident into a secret it's like you've pushed open a door where you thought was just a wall. You can look through, if you're brave or reckless enough you can even step inside—taking a chance what you'll learn is worth what it costs.

It was as dark as the inside of a cabinet minister.

What saved us from becoming hard-nosed or callous was that we really liked each other, while remaining totally mystified by each other.

Hasta que al fin logré torcer la cabeza y ver hacia allá, donde la estrella de la tarde se había juntado con la luna.

OMIGOSH JONAH WIZARD! -Amy Cahill

streets with no signs

Queen of England is coming for a visit, and they take a look and find out it's been replaced by a cheap plastic replica. The thief was never found.

It SMELLS ancient, - Dan Cahill

April May had been hacked.

Katherine wouldn't lead all her descendants here for chervil, would she?

You never know who anybody is. Even the people closest to you.

It looks ancient, - Amy Cahill

Welcome, fellow Cahills... I am the Outcast. Sit back. I have a few things to say.

gravel-maggot?

from the umber

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