Quotes About Mystery

Slowly, slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, the fall of her hair kissing the high bone of her cheek.

Someone unraveled from the shadows under a gorse shrub, uncoiling taller than anything had a right to from such a small hiding place. The woman swayed like a cobra, standing clad only in a deluge of golden bracelets and necklaces and a bright patterned sarong that stood out like blood on black marble against her skin. Rubies glittered in her ears, her nose, her navel. Rows of tiny beadlike scars shiny as drops of sweat covered her breasts, her arms, her forehead.

It's not a scent, precisely, more a contagion, a trace of the passage of the one they hunt.

Her tongue tasted the air and she smiled from fathomless eyes.

In reality, there's nothing quite like staring into the most enormous black hole in the galaxy, then flying down its gullet like a gnat with attitude.

Behind him, a woman's voice rises, fluid and mellifluous on words he does not understand, until Will pushed himself upright with both hands flat on the dew and got his feet under him in a crouch.

She let her hand slide across the tailored dark fabric of his trousers before leaning back, curling against the arm of the loveseat in a manner that would have horrified her tutors.

Muire had never expected the Technomancer, as people were beginning to call her, to come to her door.

Kadiska wore red pantaloons slung low across her belly, showing her navel and the beaded lines of scars. Gold cloth wound her breasts, golden sandals wound her ankles, and a shawl of cloudlike like woal wrapped her shoulders and muffled her arms. Except when she reached out, as she did now, and ran her fingers through Seeker's hair, tricking the dark strands behind an ear in which an emerald still glittered.

Oxford was always one to speak in riddles, enjoying teasing others with what he knew and what they didn't, and Kit had no stomach for it now.

It sounded religious to her. We come from dust. We are stardust. We are dust on the wind.

My flight led me through twisting companion-ways and chambers vast and tiny and in between, whose purpose was indeterminate because I did not stop to investigate.

Icebergs behoove the soul(both being self-made from elements least visible)to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

The day was meant for what ineffable creature we must have missed?

No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.

What I have always found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.

It seemed to her that while people were very happy, individual persons were surely damned. So, she shrank from that specious mystery the individual throws about himself, from Anna's smiles, from Lilian's tomorrows, from the shut-in room, the turned-in heart.

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it was as black as a raven's wing she'd once found on the beach.

Beauty depends on the unseen, the visible upon the invisible

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets

He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.

I wonder why you see him and I hear him," Will said. "You hear him?" Ivy reached over and switched off the motor. "You hear him?" "So does Beth." Ivy's mouth dropped open. "She writes stories with messages that aren't hers. I draw angels I don't mean to draw.

Las criaturas salvajes siempre tienen secretos, cosas que no pueden compartir porque no saben cómo hacerlo. Angelina tenía montones de secretos y ellos la arrastraban.