Quotes About Mystery

Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.

She did the "we have mysterious hand gestures that make us giggle" thing.

Love-real love-can't be defined. It just is.

I see it in his eyes, he has eyes you can see everything in, and I say, "Morgan," my voice as quiet as the ghost I am supposed to be.

Elizabeth Singer Hunt

God, come down out of the eucalyptus tree outside my window, and tell me who will drown in so much blood.

The temperament of a dandelion or cosmic preservation. Where does wonder begin?

To the Romans, Egypt was exciting: incomprehensible, with a pleasing hint of malignity.

It is a gift in this life that we do not know what awaits us.

I'm so interested in the fact that we really don't know anybody. We think we know the people close to us, but we don't, we really don't.

But when I think Oh William!, don't I mean Oh Lucy! too? Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean. — This may be the only thing in the world I know to be true.

What puzzled Abel about life was how much one forgot but then lived with anyway—like phantom limbs, he supposed.

It's our duty to bear the burden of the mystery with as much grace as we can.

Copper è venuto da me in sogno ieri notte. Non sembrava proprio un sogno. Potrei giurare che è venuto davvero da... be', da ovunque si trovi adesso, per farmi una visita». Chinò la testa verso di lui, sbirciandolo attraverso il fumo. «Ti sembra pazzesco?». Harmon alzò una spalla. «Non capisco come facciano gli altri ad avere informazioni riservate su certe cose, non importa quello in cui dichiarano di credere, o di non credere».

who would mark a sweater, steal a bra, take one shoe?

for Angie time was as big and round as the sky, and to try to make sense out of it was like trying to make sense of music and God and why the ocean was deep.

Driving, Lambright thought the moon looked like a fingerprint of chalk.

What a strange thing life is.

It seemed the older he grew - and he had grown old - the more he understood that he could not understand this confusing contest between good and evil, and that maybe people were not meant to understand things here on earth.

He had felt the presence of God since, at times, as though a golden color was very near to him, but he never again felt visited by God as he had felt that night, and he knew too well what people would make of it, and this is why he would keep it to himself until his dying day—the sign from God.

Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean.

Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean. — This may be the only thing in the world I know to be true.

But when I think Oh William!, don't I mean Oh Lucy! too? Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves!

The unofficial force—the Baker Street irregulars.