Quotes About Mystery

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.

Tonight the moon kisses the stars.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

As much as the mystery element is all a lot of fun, when you do go to 'Edwin Drood ' you're going to a theatre to see a show about going to a theatre and what that relationship between actors and audiences has been for years.

Her face was her chaperone.

cosmologists have come to the conclusion that known kinds of matter and energy constitute only about 4 per cent of the universe. The rest consists of dark matter and dark energy. The nature of 96 per cent of physical reality is literally obscure.8

It seems to me that part of the true function of a mystery is precisely that it remains unsolved. The world would be far too neat a place if the things that puzzled us were always, eventually, explained. We need unanswered questions at the edges of our lives. In fact, I'd go further. It's important not to think we can understand everything. Not to understand. The humility that can come from that. The wonder.

I feel drawn to little temples on lonely hilltops. With the mist swirling round them, and the wind humming in the stunted pines, they absorb some of the magic and mystery of their surroundings and transmit it to the questing pilgrim.

Some night sounds outside my window remain strange & mysterious. Perhaps they are the sounds of the trees themselves, stretching their limbs in the dark, shifting a little, flexing their fingers, whispering to one another.

Is this what it feels to be God?

When the moon is up, the night has its magic.

The Hare in the Moon

Pari Tibba.' I was charmed by the name—Fairy Hill.

Mussoorie has its woman in white. Late at night, she can be seen sitting on the parapet wall on the winding road up to the hill-station. Don't stop to offer her a lift. She will fix you with her evil eye and ruin your holiday. The

Perhaps the wind is made up of ghosts. Perhaps this wind contains the ghosts of all the people who have lived, died and want to come in again from the cold.

Is the perfect murder ever possible?

large black cat with bright, yellow eyes.

Romance lurks in the most unlikely places.

What could I do about finding a girl I had seen only twice, who had hardly spoken to me, and about whom I knew nothing—absolutely nothing—but for whom I felt a tenderness and responsibility that I had never felt before?

She saw that I was looking at her intently, but at first she pretended not to notice. She had pale skin, set off by shiny black hair and dark, troubled eyes. And then those eyes, searching and eloquent, met mine.

The sea has had Conrad and Stevenson and Masefield, but the mountains continue to defy the written word. We have climbed their highest peaks and crossed their most difficult passes, but still they keep their secrets and their reserve; they remain remote, mysterious, spirit-haunted.

Christie, in particular, was a great one for the locked room mystery. The victim retires to his room, the door is locked from within, nothing has been forced open and yet the person has been shot or stabbed or clubbed to death. How did this happen? The question has been answered in various ingenious ways, usually involving a brilliant detective who can pick out clues the way you and I never could.

True, Nandprayag has some affinity with parts of the Doon valley before it was submerged by a tidal wave of humanity. But in the Doon there is no great river running past your garden. Here there are two, and they are also part of this feeling of belonging. Perhaps in some former life I did come this way, or maybe I dreamed about living here. Who knows? Anyway, mysteries are more interesting than certainties.

The received truth of history is shot through and falsified by unknown secrets carried to the grave.