Quotes About Mystery

It was a night when you might expect to stray into a dance of mermaids.

No one had told her what "birth" meant.

Only the moon was familiar

Where Is Mrs. Hirsch?

Jonas, listening, thought suddenly about the bridge and how, standing there, he had wondered what lay Elsewhere. Was there someone there, waiting, who would receive the tiny released twin? Would it grow up Elsewhere, not knowing, ever, that in this community lives a being who looked exactly the same?

He saw all of the light and colour and history it contained and carried in its slow-moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going.

But suddenly Jonas had noticed, following the path of the apple through the air with his eyes, that the piece of fruit had—well, this was the part that he couldn't adequately understand—the apple had changed. Just for an instant. It had changed in mid-air, he remembered. Then it was in his hand, and he looked at it carefully, but it was the same apple. Unchanged. The same size and shape: a perfect sphere. The same nondescript shade, about the same shade as his own tunic.

The Hirsch family had gone somewhere. Why else would they close the shop?

A female Eleven named Tanya staggered forward from where she had been hiding.

What is in here?" he asked loudly.

the unknown breeds dragons in map margins

What's in the box? Not a severed head—again—I trust?" It seemed too small for that, fortunately. Cordelia's gray eyes glinted. "Now, now, Oliver. Bring home one dismembered body part, once, mind you, once, and people get twitchy about checking your luggage ever after.

Pen wanted to ask if becoming a sorcerer made a man more, or less, attractive as a husband, but he had an uneasy feeling that he could guess.

Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan. Occupation: security risk. Hobbies: falling off walls, disappointing sick old men to death, making girls cry.

I'm afraid even ImpSec has no explanation for women's tastes in men.

So the unknown breeds dragons in map margins, she reflected...

Why are you wearing slippers?" She stared down at her feet. "I'm—sorry, Pilot Officer Mayhew. That's classified.

The woman is so full of silences, they spill over.

As Miles followed Ruibal out the door, he heard Illyan's voice, for a change more amiable than stressed: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?

Only five days on this benighted world, and already total strangers are trying to kill me. Sadly, it wasn't even a record.

Miles paused at the door. "Ah—about Tav Calhoun—" "Yes?" "You know that janitor's closet on the second level?" "Vaguely." She looked at him in unease. "Please be sure somebody checks it tomorrow morning. But don't go up there before then." "I wouldn't dream of it," she assured him faintly.

Oswyl just looked exasperated. This benighted case is the strangest I ever worked on. And I'm going to have to report it all when I get home, you realize? Learned Penric's blue eyes crinkled as he grinned. You'd best pray for eloquence, then.

We hold a universe in our hands when we pick up a deck of tarot cards.

We may never know the true story behind the book, but the book has become a myth, and myth is truer than history.