Quotes About Mystery

The game is worthwhile in so far as we don't know what will be the end.

Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.

Between the lines of every story there is another story, and that is one that is never heard and can only be guessed at by the people who are good at guessing.

It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things

Don't let us make it tidy, said Mary anxiously. It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy.

Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us.

Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden—in all the places.

Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing.

Everything is made out of Magic

It sounded like something in a book and it did not make Mary feel cheerful. A house with a hundred rooms, nearly all shut up and with their doors locked—a house on the edge of a moor—whatsoever a moor was—sounded dreary. A man with a crooked back who shut himself up also! She stared out of the window with her lips pinched together, and it seemed quite natural that the rain should have begun to pour down in gray

It will be like a story from the Arabian Nights, he said. Only an Oriental could have planned it. It does not belong to London fogs.

Perhaps it is the key to the garden!

nothing, and Mr. Havisham kept her from suspecting

Suddenly it seemed as if he might a sort of wood fairy who might be gone when she came into the garden again. He seemed too good to be true.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us.

secret garden that morning, and in the midst of

I am sure she comes out sometimes to see me—though I don't see her.

Oh, what a queer house this is! Mary said. What a queer house! Everything is a kind of secret.

She herself could not have explained the reasons for her silence;

And as she lay and listened, it was as if she were not only listening but waiting for something. She did not know at all what she was waiting for, but waiting she was.

Martin Buber said, 'All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.

Elena Ferrante

It's daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible. Is this one of the mysteries of travel? One returns to preverbal pointing, smiling, shaping the air with gestures.