Quotes About Mystery

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

Presteign took out a silver-mounted slab of crystal and handed it to Olivia. She touched it with her fingertip; a black dot appeared. She moved her finger and the dot elongated into a line.

He pointed to a door and disappeared with a 'pop'. The door revealed a long flight of stairs. As Foyle and Robin started up the stairs, Dr Orel appeared above them. 'This way, please. Oh . . . one moment.' He disappeared and appeared again behind them. 'You forgot to close the door.

He was dead. He knew he was dead. He refused to submit to eternity. He beat again into the unknown.

Estoy seguro que a cualquiera le gusta un buen crimen, siempre que no sea la víctima

Gee, I'm sorry I didn't hear you in all this rain. Go ahead in, please. Anthony Perkin's Norman Bates Talking To Janet Leigh's Marion Crane.

I have a feeling that inside you somewhere, there's somebody nobody knows about.

Life is a mystery, and it should be so, for the sorrow that accompanies being human and the choices one will have to make are a burden, too heavy for most to know before their time comes.

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

There's a little witch in all of us.

Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.

You couldn't see love, or touch it, or taste it, yet it could destroy you and leave you in the dark, chasing after your own destiny.

Books may well be the only true magic

You never know what you want or need until you are old, for old age is a mystery that is impossible to unwind until you step into its maze.

a time that is is neither day nor night, when the veil of illusion is thinner and we can see things in the lilac-tinged light that cannot be spied at any other hour

she wonders if she has something other people don't. Intuition or hope -- she wouldn't know what to call it.

Three hundred years ago people believed in the devil. They believed if an incident could not be explained, then the cause was something wicked, and that cause was often a woman who was said to be a witch. Women who did as they pleased, women with propriety, women who had enemies, women who took lovers, women who knew about the mysteries of childbirth, all were suspect (…)

No one knows where time goes, all the same it disappears.

Everyone knows a white blackbird is nothing more than a ghost, a shadow of what it ought to be.

I understood that fate could not be eluded forever; it came on leathery wings, swooping through the darkness like the bats in the orchards.

Love is ancient and mysterious and you can't mess with it. If you do it just backfires and you meet with disaster.

One thing I've learned is that strange things do happen. They happen all the time. Today, for instance, my best friend Jill's cat spoke. We were making brownies in the kitchen when we heard it say, 'Let me out.

Lightning, like love, is never ruled by logic.

You can only know a friend so well after all. When you come right down to it, even your best friend is a puzzle.