Quotes About Mystery

They spoke of a dream of a child who bore the heart of a wolf.

No one truly understands a prophecy until it comes true.

I met her gaze; she looked at me as if she knew the answer to every mystery. I leaned in closer, taking in her scent, and the wolf in me leapt high. Mine. Suddenly she was obviously mine in every way. My club, to protect. Mine . From this moment, I would die rather than see harm come to her. Mine. The Wit told me this little spark of life burned strong. Tiny she was, she would never be prey. ~142

For it is said, one may ask of the Elderlings, but what they answer may not be the question you ask, but the one you should have asked. And the answer to that question may be one a man cannot hear and live.

They also found the cocooned dragons. They had no idea that was what they were, of course. They thought … who knows what they thought at first? Perhaps they seemed like massive sections of tree trunks. So they refer to it: wizardwood.

Once, she would have found him mysterious and alluring. She had grown wiser. Dangerous men were neither romantic nor exotic; they were men who could hurt you.

What is a secret? It is much more than knowledge shared with only a few, or perhaps only one other. It is power. It is a bond. It may be a sign of deep trust, or the darkest threat possible.

My father may once have been an assassin. My mother remained one.

For it is said, one may ask of the Elderlings, but what they answer may not be the question you ask, but the one you should have asked.

A woman of many talents. And intelligent, too. He'd probably have to kill her soon.

A God-thing is] when something happens in your life, and you look at it and can't explain how or why it happened, but you know there's a reason for it. You know that God is doing something in your life, and it changes you. There's no other way to explain it except to see it as a God thing.

It's funny whom we end up choosing to love and who ends up choosing to love us. It's rarely the people we think it should be.

Sierra felt full of hope and confidence in God. She knew who she was. And she knew Whose she was. Whatever mysterious plan God had for her life, it would be an interesting one. As Christy had said earlier, God writes a different story for each person. Sierra decided hers might not be a bestseller or even a thriller. It certainly wasn't a romance. But it was turning into a fine mystery. And she could live with that.

If we understood everything, we would be like God.

You cannot know" he said simply. "Very little is certain in this life, my lady.

Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose.

My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell you; some you may never know, or you may be the first to find the answers.

Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn't be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary.

It seems to me further, that it is very odd that fate should leave so careful a trail, and spend so little time preparing the one that must follow it.

His scientific community will reject him for believing in God. Unless, of course, someone challenges the biggest enthymeme of them all that they are not separate realms to begin with just separate methods in search of the same unified mystery.

Doesn´t matter who you are or what you believe. Everybody has a ghost story

through the crowd, headed in the direction of Collin's workplace. He wasn't a man who merely resembled Collin. He was him. The same face, the same body, the same walk. He wore the clothes and raincoat Collin had put on that morning. He carried Collin's briefcase. It was only then that Collin noticed he no longer

And what was that on the man's wrist? Collin clenched a hand around his own wrist, feeling for what was missing.

Collin Boyd stepped off the Metro bus on his way to work, and across the street he saw himself strolling down the sidewalk. A stubborn