Quotes About Mystery

Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

Some mysteries are simply irresistible," she said. "They have components that alter a life.

There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world -- its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles. The more you understand, the more you look, the greater is your enjoyment of life and your sense of peace. That's all there is to it. Everything else is fun and games. If an activity is not grounded in to love or to learn it does not have value.

his hand spread itself out flat on the table. I paused and took another good look at him. There was something otherworldly about him, the way that he sat, the way he used this one hand to gesture. It was the decorum primitive people often have that makes them seem repositors of immense wisdom, when in fact all they possess is immense conviction.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

If only we would wake from (these) states of oblivion with some certain sense that there was no mystery to life at all, that cruelty was purely impersonal, but we don't.

There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world-its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles. The more you understand, the more you look, the greater is your enjoyment of life and your sense of peace. That's all there is to it. Everything else is fun and games. If an activity is not grounded in to love or to learn, it does not have value. - Zurvan

When did this fiend strike last? Ah . . . The last report was from the Dominican Republic. That was, let me see, two nights ago. Dominican Republic! Why in the world would he go there? Exactly what I would like to know.

Yes, something about the fabric of life ripping for a moment so you glimpsed things you shouldn't have seen.

I can't tell you exactly, any more than I could tell you exactly what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

What lurked beneath my fancy frills, behind my quiet unquestioning eyes? Who was I? Had I no remembrance of a warmer flame than that which gave its wintry glow to my faint smile at those who asked it of me? I remembered no one who had ever lived and breathed within my quietly moving form~ The Vampire Armand

We have souls, you and I. We want to know things; we share the same earth, rich and verdant and fraught with perils. We don't either of us know what it means to die, no matter what we might say to the contrary.

I see. said the vampire thoughtfully.

We are never entirely sure about each other's powers. It's all a game. I would no more have asked him how he got here, or in what manner, than I would ask a mortal man how precisely he made love to his wife.

But there was something strange about her that made me think she was somebody. I don't mean her poise, the cool manner in which she stood with arms folded just watching all the goings on at the book party. Kids inherit that poise. It's their enemy, the way ignorance was the enemy of my generation.

What have you seen with your eyes? asked the old woman. What have you seen that you knew should not be there?

What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.

I'd loved the satin lining of the box. I'd loved the shape, and the twilight act of rising from the dead. But no more Ã¢â'¬Â¦ 

how do you go on breathing and moving and doing things when you know there is no explanation?

An alien calm crept slowly over me. It was dark, full of bitterness and growing fascination.

You cannot conceive of the magnitude of this mystery." He spoke in a confidential whisper. "You cannot conceive of this complexity." He was saying these words as if he'd just discovered them. He wept. I swear it. He wept.

In all my life," Ernestino said, "I have never heard a voice like that. God has touched you, Signore. But sing while you can, because it won't be long before those high notes leave you forever.

It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.