Quotes About Mystery

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!"

And when, amid no earthly moans,Down, down that town shall settle hence,Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,Shall do it reverence.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, and some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people

As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring at the door of the crawfish's burrow, Waiting for him to appear, pushing ahead, First his waving antennae, like straws of hay, And soon his body, colored like soap-stone, Gemmed with eyes of jet. And you wondered in a trance of thought What he knew, what he desired, and why he lived at all.

edgar rice burroughs

Howling apples!" gasped T. X. "It's from John Lexman!

Auf schwarzdunklem Moor oder felswildem Strand Leg' ich mich nieder, wegmüd und krank. Kalt wölbt sich der Himmel von West nach Ost, Weder Mantel noch Decke schützt mich vor Frost. Nur kaltfunkelnde Sterne halten still Wacht – Wer weiß, wo ich ruhn werde in dieser Nacht!«

Hairy and the Maidens.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

It is hard to say whether doctors of law or divinity have made the greater advances in the lucrative business of mystery.

Scotland Yard isn't called in nearly as often as detective novelists seem to think

El misterio radica también en la entrega del Padre. Dios no es hombre, movido por emociones pasajeras, sujeto al tiempo y al cambio. Él es el Creador eterno e inmutable.

The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, But forth vnto the darksome hole he went, And looked in:his glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade

EDNA BUCHANAN

The past is an unsolved mystery and the truth a moving target.

The most dangerous stories are the ones that never get told.

Anything can have happened in Oklahoma. Practically everything has.

That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply...

but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

into the darkness they go, the wise & the lovely