Quotes About Mystery

El cielo era una manta tapada por una manta que a su vez tapaba otra manta aún más gruesa y húmeda.

Hemos encontrado a Cesárea Tinajero.

One never knows anything about one's father. A father ... is a passageway immersed in the deepest darkness, where we stumble blindly seeking a way out.

In dreams, as in the Gospels, one usually possesses the gift of tongues.

Ade accennò un sorriso con le sopracciglia: non abbiamo notizia di un sorriso più misterioso di quello che increspò allora la fronte del signore dei morti. Era il sorriso di colui che sa, e segnala con quel lieve cenno la sua distanza da tutto ciò che avviene.

Roma, Roma, città grande, posso farti le domande? Roma, Roma, città amata, ma quand'è che tu sei nata? Roma, Roma, città bella, sei mai stata cittadella? Roma, Roma, città brava, chi a quei tempi ti abitava? Roma, Roma, città altera, sei rimasta sempre intera? Roma, Roma, città tosta, dammi l'ultima risposta: Roma, Roma, città antica, sei mia amica o sei nemica? ? Orma ramo roma amor

The magician Merlin had a strange laugh, and it was heard when nobody else was laughing…. He laughed because he knew what was coming next.

She was worse than a blabber; she was a hinter. It gave her pleasure to rouse curiosity and speculation about dangerous things.

One learns one's mystery at the price of one's innocence.

I was afraid and did not know what I feared, which is the worst kind of fear.

Philips reached out and adjusted the viewing controls, called the window level and window width. "My God," he said after a minute. "You know what we're looking at? Air! There's no brain. It's gone!

We live our short lives on one side of the door; on the other is all of eternity. Time is the wind that blows through the keyhole.

You've got your phenomenon on one hand. Concrete and knowable. On the other hand you've got the incomprehensible. You call it God, but to me, God or no, it remains just that, the unknowable.

There's something stalking us. Off to the side of the road, moving through the forest.' Kettricken smiled.

Dragons don't bother with introductions.

Silence asks the questions that are too awkward to phrase. It even asks the questions one does not know to ask.

Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?

I wish they would all go away. Except the Fool. I wished he would join me. Somehow, I had always thought he would join me. Now, I could not recall why. Perhaps I had buried that in the stone.

There is always power in holding a secret.

All men value their own secrets far above those of others.

That most ancient of magics, the binding of a man by the use of his name, gripped him.

Be the night. Not the wind that stirs the trees, not even the soundless owl a-wing or the tiny mouse crouched motionless. Be the night that flows over all, touching without being felt. For night is a cat.

It made me wish there were a place as much me as that place is you. A place I would keep as secret.

Silence keeps a secret. I understand.' I