Quotes About Mystery

Something, everyone who goes through these sessions agrees, has happened to these people, whether or not it is possible to identify the source of what has occurred.

Indeed, the alien abduction phenomenon seems to open abductees and those who work with them to deeper realms of human emotion, whether or not that is a specific "purpose" of the phenomenon.

The first reports of UFOs raised questions for contemporary science, which has dealt with the issue largely by ignoring or denying the whole matter.

How, for example, do the aliens pass people through walls? Questions such as this might seem absurd, or suggestive only of observational error or psychosis, to those whose parameters of reality have been limited to

That's when the ship came down. It came right down. Bam! There it was. Small." The ship, he said, was "kind of round, but oblong. It's kind of like an egg," a "standing-up egg." The craft was "real symmetrical . . . more oblong on the top half" and "about four feet off the ground," with some sort of "feet" holding it up.

asked how he went into her womb. "I just went into her one night in the winter," he said, "everybody was asleep, and there was a little bit of a fire left in the fireplace. I went into her womb. I knew that's where I wanted to go. When I went in she became pregnant. She was laying there sleeping and I went into her.

Looking at each other like, What the fuck's going on here? We big-time undercover supercops.

My father was intelligent and closed-mouthed. He knew a lot more than what he was ever going to tell you.

Trick about night is it changes things but you can't see exactly how. You know the park is different, you feel it in your bones. Night air cools the skin, contours of the ground rise and fall in unfamiliar rhythms, spaces open which haven't been there before, the hollow loses its bottom, a black lap you'd sink into forever.

Wouldn't there be a long time when nobody'd know what was happening? Centuries out of kilter, askew, but no one understanding the problem. Just this queasiness, this uneasiness. This tilt and slow falling. You are in a city. You look up and can't see the stars and that doesn't bother you as much as it should. You don't know what's wrong but maybe more's wrong than you want to know.

at one of these tables sat a young man.

See or perish. This is the situation imposed on every element of the universe by the mysterious gift of existence.13

Resucitan los muertos? Los libros dicen que no, la noche grita que sí

She came with her eyes blacker and wider than ever, walking towards me on soft feet, smiling mysteriously, until I thought I would faint from the pounding of my heart.

fearing nothing but the unknown in a world of mysterious wonder.

Ranije je koristila neku ?aroliju zvanu Paprat u sutonu. Bilo je kao udisanje Šopena i Edne Milej, i kad bi se taj miomiris širio s njene kose i ramena, znao sam da je zastava podignuta i da želi da bude osvojena.

Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name.

Halt looked up at the trees above him. "Why does this boy ask so many questions?" he asked the trees. Naturally, they didn't answer.

Isn't that someone we know?" asked Horace. He pointed to where a cloaked figure sat by the side of the road a few hundred meters away, arms wrapped around his knees. Close by him, a small shaggy horse cropped the grass growing at the edge of the drainage ditch that ran beside the road. "So it is," Halt replied. "And he seems to have brought Will with him.

Come closer, Kurokuma. It's quite safe.' Horace shuffled closer to the edge... 'Quite safe, my foot,' he muttered to himself. 'And what's this Kurokuma you keep calling me?' 'It's a term of great respect,' Shigeru told him. 'Great respect,' Shukin echoed.

All we could get out of them was that they were taking us to 'Kurokuma'. We didn't know if that was a place or a person. What does it mean, by the way?' 'I'm told it's a term of great respect,' Horace said, unwilling to admit that he didn't know.

If you're a ghost," he said, "we mean you no disrespect. And if you're not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one

What about you three, where are you going?" Even before Halt answered, Will knew what he was going to say. But that didn't make it any less terrifying or blood-chilling when the words were said. "We're going after the Kalkara.

Let's face it, she can't have simply disappeared...can she?" Horace shrugged. "That's what I keep telling myself," he said morosley. "But somehow it looks as if she has.