Quotes About Mystery

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.

Water has no taste, no color, no odor; it cannot be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself. It fills us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.

Every sighting of this mystery man yielded a frisson, as if he were my guardian angel keeping tabs on me, followed by a pang of anxiety at the thought that I might never see him again.

as he would a constellation in the sky,

Watching a woman make Russian pancakes, you might think that she was calling on the spirits or extracting from the batter the philosophers stone.

But perhaps the universe is suspended on the tooth of some monster.

Everyone has something to hide.

Everybody knew everything now. Or did everybody know nothing? Nobody knew anything... Nobody could know everything.

Where does someone go when he dies?', 'When does fear end?', 'Where are all the single socks that disappeared in the washing machine?

What does that mean?' Anna whispered. 'What does that all mean? Abel ran his fingers through her hair again, and his hand wandered down and stayed on her throat. 'It means everything,' he whispered back. 'And nothing.

Get in," he told Nitish. "What, me?" "No," said Farhad, "one of the other twenty-six white tigers waiting to cross the river.

Alle Menschen verschwanden. Das Ding, das sie jagte, war vielleicht nur das Leben selbst.

Das Leben war eine Ansammlung von Fluren, die man entlangging, ohne zu wissen, was für Räume an ihrem Ende lagen.

The Rajah's handsome eunuch never guessed that she was telling him the tale of her own life.

Denn in den Menschen wohnt, verborgen in der Tiefe, die Überzeugung, alles Böse wäre hässlich und alles Gute schön, und es wird wohl nie jemand herausfinden, warum es so ist.

Los labios de Abel estaban fríos como la nieve, pero más allá de los labios encontró el calor del tejido de terciopelo rojo, el tejido sobre la cubierta nocturna de un barco.

All true language is incomprehensible, Like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

I myself am an absolute abyss.

Me encontré con la Luna, que era una mujer gorda y desnuda, sentada en el horizonte.

A la vera de la fuente quedó Alvargonzález muerto. Tiene cuatro puñaladas entre el costado y el pecho, por donde la sangre brota, más un hachazo en el cuello.

Cuando lo vi volver, alto y oscilante, las manos hundidas en los bolsillos de su gran abrigo abierto y con las solapas levantadas, entendí que había en él esa intensa sugestión de carácter que tienen siempre los portadores de una historia, como los portadores de un revólver. Pero no estoy haciendo una vana comparación literaria: él tenía una historia y guardaba un revólver.

Quien se oculta tiene siempre más prestigio que quien se muestra abiertamente.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.