Quotes About Mystery

Night brings doubt. Darkness sows fears.

Find the psychosis in flower, he thought.

Los sueños eran acertijos inconscientes e importantes que reflejaban el alma.

Rumplestilskin ha vuelto

Anonymity, he thought, is seductive.

It is, he thought, the greatest luxury of our existence, no matter how miserable, that we don't know our allotted span of days.

El miedo y el mar son una combinación letal.

El mayor lujo de nuestra existencia, por miserable que sea, es que no sabemos los días que nos han tocado en suerte

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape?

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.

A Man's life of any worth is a continual allegory—and very few eyes can see the Mystery of his life—a life like the scriptures, figurative…. Lord Byron cuts a figure, but he is not figurative—Shakespeare led a life of Allegory: his works are the comments on it.

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

To make delicious moanUpon the midnight hours.

I compare human life to a large Mansion of Many Apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.

Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degreesHer rich attire creeps rustling to her knees.

Where what is known is so surprising and where what is unknown is so extensive, almost anything can be surmised

A solicitor had looked up at the sky, swept blue by the wind, and had a sudden sense of religious consolation, a feeling that this life cannot possibly be all, and that it is not possible for consciousness to end with the end of life.

It was a mystery to Roger how someone he knew so well could be such an impervious, impenetrable stranger.

It's not the fault of ghosts that we are so frightened of them.

Remember Edouardo? Remember what happened to him when he tried to—" "Edouardo. Edouardo was a fool." "Yes, but the way he died …" "It does not matter, how you die." "But those cuts. What could have done it?" "It does not matter," the other man insisted. He nodded to the

Or, perhaps, the last moments of this life had begun a comforting transition to the mystery of the next.

D'ye know the Black Swan, East India Dock Road?' Troy shook his head. 'Bloke found dead in his room. Blood all over the place. Door locked from the inside. A real Sherlock Holmes-er.

The Smoking Mountain (Knopf,

to discover that the moon has something on it and it seems to be intelligently controlled.  When we were in our infancy of development