Quotes About Mystery

They say the bottles lined up along her shelves contain aphrodisiacs, poisons and perfumes, but that only she knows which ones are safe and which lethal, for they carry no labels, and that when she starts to prepare death for someone, the man or woman for whom it is intended feels a terrible shiver run through them, as if they have already been touched by the clammy cold of the grave. Or so they say. They say a great many things about Caterina Sforza. But though there is

And I'm going to pain the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.

he ducked his head around the corner he saw that he

Or," Jonah adds, panting, "if she sees us in her room, she might get freaked out and throw Frederic

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Sebastian Boondoggle's upside-down magic allowed him to see invisible things, like radio waves and farts.

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Robert Todd Lincoln, a.k.a. Jinxy McDeath.

on the illusive "Monsieur Hortalez." When my friend Steven and I went looking for the building one afternoon, we came to the address at 47 rue Vieille-du-Temple and realized we had been there before.

there are some things in life a person just cant know

The things you want her to let you in on might be things you're happier not knowing.

What do women really want? They eat green salad and drink human blood.

Everyone was like the faces on a playing card, upside down either way.

Nobody should be a mystery intentionally. Unintentionally is mysterious enough.

The ocean was waiting with grand and bitter provocations, as if it invited you to think how deep it was, how much colder than your blood or saltier, or to outguess it, to tell which were its feints or passes and which its real intentions, meaning business.

Go through what is comprehensible and you conclude that only the incomprehensible gives any light.

Will never understand what women want. What do they want? They eat green salad and drink human blood.

Would never understand what women want. What do they want? They breath salad and drink human blood.

told him a lot, right then and there. What? Well, for instance, that chaos doesn't run the whole show. That this is not a sick and hasty ride, helpless, through a dream into oblivion. No, sir! It can be arrested by a thing or two. By art, for instance. The speed is checked, the time is redivided. Measure! That great thought. Mystery! The voices of angels!

It seemed necessary for him to lift one shoulder in order to put his hand into his jacket pocket.

Maybe he saw that my mystery was, at bottom, nothing but misery.

A strange heart. I myself can't account for it.

How deeply (beyond words) he speaks to us about the mysteries of our common human nature. And how unstrained and easy his greatness is.