Quotes About Mystery

Which leaves us to the question, what is he up to?" Evanlyn said. Will shrugged. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough," he said, and urged Tug forward to take up the point position once more. They found out the following evening.

Hal answered him. "We're as sure as we can be. The guard captain said he found a ball of yellow glass. What else could it be?" Jesper shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a ball of yellow glass?

Once, she came face-to-face with a heavyset man wearing a hooded short cloak. They came level with each other under one of the infrequent lanterns and she could make out only the lower half of his face. The upper half was shaded by the hood. She had an impression of a dark, full beard. In the shadow of his hood, his eyes were unblinking, staring at her.

haven't seen hide nor hair of her

Before he could finish the question, Will interrupted, thinking to clarify matters but only making them more puzzling—as so often happens.

Nobody can shee me," she cackled. "Trusht the cloak." Which profound witticism set them all off once more. "What the blistering blazes do you think you're doing?

After I disappeared, the locals put two and two together and got seven.

WHERE THE BLIND, BLUE, BLITHERING BLAZES HAVE YOU BEEN?

she wondered where the food had escaped to.

A sorceress indeed.

The Stealer in the Night was Jory Ruhl.

I don't know. I don't know. And . . . I don't know

In de naam van Boh-Raka, waar heb je dat gevonden? En wat is het? - Karina

The following day, he would find a bruise and wonder how it got there. When

De tol?' vroeg Arnaut. 'Ja, dat is een bijzondere vorm van struikroverij,' legde Halt uit.

The Beautiful Strangers ... Poets are cosmic ... James Kirkup

I am infinitely strange to myself.

The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke. We're so weak physically, so helpless with things. Still, even today. But we're stronger than they are. We can stand their cruelty. They can't stand ours.

growing power is rooted in mystery like the night, and reaches lightward. Seeds sprout in the darkness of the ground before they know the summer and the day. In the night of the womb the spirit quickens into flesh.

There is a man you see in casinos, usually small, usually dressed by JCPenney, usually not a gambler, who creeps around in soft shoes with a smile of fascination stuck on his face and the body language of a Peeping Tom. He dreams of sniffing your armpits. Or he wants to sit where you just sat. All while he wears his JCPenney costume and speaks in harmless drivel.

He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist

Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...

you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...

when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud