Quotes About Mystery

Keys to the Kingdom Mister Monday Garth Nix BOOK ONE

The hemispheres had been separated by a strange barrier made of seven different materials, including bone.

I want to love the unknowns like Jessica, for they are not unknown to God. — Julie Lavender —

He does great things too marvelous to understand. He performs countless miracles. —Job 5:9

Vengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still.

It must have been a snapper

If only beauty could explain the world away.

he would get all intro on me, turn down the community access on his äppärät so that I wouldn't know where the fuck his mind was, and

In the mountains it's cold. Always been cold, not just this year. Jagged scarps forever snowed in Woods in the dark ravines spitting mist. Grass is still sprouting at the end of June, Leaves begin to fall in early August. And here I am, high on mountains, Peering and peering, but I can't even see the sky.

One can almost apply Gabriel Marcel's famous insight: life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived.

the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: "It's the ghost!

No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.

Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

But you would have lots of fun with me. For instance, I am the the greatest ventriloquist that ever lived, I am the first ventriloquist in the world!

Nobody could see the ghost in his box, but everybody could hear him.

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.

I moved closer to him, attracted, fascinated: in the midst of such passion, death itself became appealing...

Raoul, she said, forget THE MAN'S VOICE and do not even remember its name... You must never try to fathom the mystery of THE MAN'S VOICE.

For several months, there had been nothing discussed at the Opera but this ghost in dress-clothes who stalked about the building, from top to bottom

one after the other, there came a series of incidents so curious and so inexplicable that the very shrewdest people began to feel uneasy.

There is a terrible mystery around us...a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!

Yes, he was found hanging in the third-floor cellar!" "It's the ghost!" little Giry blurted, as though in spite of herself; but she at once corrected herself, with her hands pressed to her mouth: "No, no!—I didn't say it!—I didn't say it!——" All around her, her panic-stricken companions repeated under their breaths: "Yes—it must be the ghost!" Sorelli was very pale.

In Paris, our lives are one masked ball;

When I opened my eyes, we were still surrounded by darkness. A lantern, standing on the ground, showed a bubbling well. The water splashing from the well disappeared, almost at once, under the floor on which I was lying, with my head on the knee of the man in the black cloak and the black mask. He was bathing my temples and his hands smelt of death. I tried to push them away and asked, 'Who are you? Where is the voice?' His only answer was a sigh.