Quotes About Mystery

There was so much light in the world we knew we would never be able to count it all.

Love begins in curious ways, in daylight or in darkness, when you are in search of it or when you least expect to find it.

She thought that some people were like stories rather than whole books—at least the ones you never saw again. With people like that, you never knew what the real ending was.

If a ghost were to consider climbing in the window, or seeping through the plaster, he might think twice about facing Maria.

The secret name sounded like glass, something broken and strange

People in town said that if you stood beneath the magnolia, your beloved would come to you, no matter the season or the time, and when its flowers bloomed those who passed by became confused, imagining there had been snow in May, or that stars had fallen from the sky.

If the Wolfman had not disappeared from my life I would have made certain to question him further about

She feels a little chill of expectation down her spine. There is someone, somewhere, who knows she's alive. "Somebody writes to me, Mom," Shelby tries to explain. "They think they know me. Maybe they read about me in the paper.

Maybe the most recent card is a message from the great beyond. Shelby can't stop thinking it might have been sent by Helene. She knows this is impossible; all the same, soon afterward she finds herself headed to Lewiston Street, where the Boyds live.

Um homem que desaparece ou está morto ou quer que você pense que está. Talvez seja melhor que você pense assim.

Those women who could read were revered and feared, for they were the most skilled in love magic.

Just because we don't know it or understand it doesn't mean there's not a reason.

Salvation was mysterious, wasn't that always true?

Swedenborg, the Christian mystic, and the sentiment of charity as divine spoke deeply to him. He felt swept up in something far bigger than himself.

When you fall in love like that, time doesn't matter. This was the secret he told Maria, the last words he ever said.

had felt a chill, as if she brought the future with her, clinging to her clothes.

How strange it is to be anything at all.

Alice: Why is a raven like a writing desk? Hatter: I haven't the faintest idea.

Alice Kimberly

Il y avait derrière cette voix toute une histoire de nuits sombres, quelque chose d'exquis, quelque chose de dangereux.

Maybe," she said to Pauline, not looking at her, just turning her head a bit to speak to her from across the aisle and over her shoulder. Not whispering either. "Maybe it was just the wind.

He leaned toward her, slowly raising his hand to his hat and then doffing it quickly, as if taken by surprise, when she leaned forward to meet him. And this, she thought, of course, was what the whole evening had been for, the delightful feel of his rough cheek against her fingertips, his hands and lips and warm breath. The lingering taste of coffee in his mouth. Something

Mary Keane watched her daughter and felt as well the punch and turn of the baby not yet born and saw the similarity of the mystery of them both—the baby unseen, moving an elbow or a foot, the means to an end all its own, unfathomable; her daughter with the unseen life playing like reflected light over her face, her lips moving in a conversation forever unheard.

If one of these, if a hundred of them, a thousand, came too soon or failed to thrive or were born incomplete somehow, born blue or ill made or with reason's taut string already snapped, it was of little matter in the long history of God's bustling. There