Quotes About Mystery

Foul whisperings are abroad

Well said, old mole!

He mouthed the words to her that she could not see, and that she could not hear. It was all he dared tonight, strangers in a castle, strangers to this land, their future a great black question mark and an ending he could not foresee. He bent his lips to her ear and said without breathe: Lia-heart. Little dragon. I love you too.

You're not human, Eleanore Jones. I think that somewhere inside you, you must know that. You must always have known. You're not made of ordinary bone or blood but of something else completely." "Really. What am I of, then? Kelp and jellyfish, I suppose?" "You are made of magic." He said it in an absolutely unremarkable way, as if instead he'd just said, I had coffee this morning or the floor needs mopping.

There were seven of them. They smiled seven identical smiles, and the message behind each was identical, as well. It read: bloodbath.

Im going to kiss you, Eleanore he said quietly, still looking at her. Not now. Later. His eyes cut back to mine. I thought it fair to tell you first. I stilled. If you think you can do so without me biting your lip, feel free to try. His gaze shone wicked blue. I dont mind if you bite. Biting your lip off, I should have said. Ah,Lets see how it goes, shall we?

he wanted to and she wanted him to, whether she fully realized it yet or not.

He really did want to leave her alone. Forever. Every time they crossed paths he became more and more entangled. He didn't know why. It wasn't as though she was charming or pleasant. But she was beautiful and seductive as hell. Damn it! Chapter 7

Your luck is about to change, Abby.' His voice was low and velvety. 'I know a lot about you. I know how to get into your apartment. How to turn your cat into a noodle. The magnets on your fridge, the view from your window. Your perfume. I could find you blindfolded in a room full of strangers.' His fingers penetrated the veil of her hair, his forefinger stroking the back of her neck with controlled gentleness. 'And I learn fast. Give me ten minutes, and I'd know lots more.

But I thought about all the things that had to have spun into place in order for us to be alive and for us to be right there, right then. I thought about the few thing we thought we knew and the billions of things we couldn't know, all spinning, whirling our there somewhere.

And why do I have to tell more about the blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road?

She found it ironic that, even after marrying twice and raising four sons to manhood, the workings of the male brain remained such a mystery to her.

A family is a mystery.

the remarkable tact of never spoiling any mysterious and vague notions which [might] be entertained in the minds of the privates as to the qualities of the commander-in-chief. He confines himself to saying and doing as little as possible before his men.

lowered her husky voice. "How close were you

me if you knew something, but you couldn't

Stavia saw herself as in a picture, from the outside, a darkly cloaked figure moving along a cobbled street, the stones sheened with a soft, early spring rain.

That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card trick and just like a mirror and just like the disappearing. Every Indian learns how to be a magician and learns how to misdirect attention and the dark hand is always quicker than the white eye and no matter how close you get to my heart you will never find out my secrets and I'll never tell you and I'll never show you the same trick twice. I'm traveling heavy with illusions.

Is God a man or a woman? God could be an armadillo. I have no idea.

Every book is a mystery. And if you read all the books ever written, it's like you've read one giant mystery. And no matter how much you learn, you just keep on learning there is so much more you need to learn.

But she was beautiful, with hair and eyes so dark and long. He imagined she was a reservation eclipse. Full. He needed special glasses to look at her; he could barely survive her reflection. "You're a constellation," he said.

Okay, so it's like each of these books is a mystery. Every book is a mystery. And if you read all the books ever written, it's like you've read one giant mystery. And no matter how much you learn, you just keep on learning there is so much more you need to learn.

9. In the darkness, her dark body grows darker until I am making love to her and her shadow.

Okay, so it's like each of these books is a mystery every book is a mystery. And if you read all the books ever written, it's like you've read one giant mystery. And no matter how much you learn, you just keep on learning there is so more you need to learn.