Quotes About Mystery

And, despite the care which she took to look behind her at every moment, she failed to see a shadow which followed her like her own shadow, which stopped when she stopped, which started again when she did and which made no more noise than a well-conducted shadow should. As for Raoul, he saw nothing either; for, when he had Christine in front of him, nothing interested him that happened behind. Chapter

A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!

Maskemin ard?nda gizlenen bu aÅŸk? yaln?zca sen görebilirsin...

of a gentleman in dress-clothes, who had suddenly stood before them in the passage, without their knowing where he came from. He seemed to have come straight through

Why do you condemn a man you've never seen, a man no one knows, a man you know nothing about?

Mysterious though the ghost may at first appear, he will always be more easily explained than the dismal story in which malevolent people have tried to picture two brothers killing each other who had worshiped each other all their lives. Believe me, etc.

The Phantom: 'You know, Christine, I think I have hallucinations.

Ah, you wouldn't be bored with me! I have more than one trick up my sleeve, not counting card tricks. . . . But you'd have fun with me! There's no one like me. . . there's no like me, for example, when it come to ventriloquism.

Preguntó el señor Mifroid, mientras limpiaba meticulosamente los cristales de su binóculo, ya que el comisario era míope, como les suele ocurrir a los mejores ojos del mundo.

THE OPERA GHOST REALLY EXISTED.

The truth is that no one ever knew how Joseph Buquet met his death. The verdict at the inquest was natural suicide. In

I say, `Woe to them that have a nose, a real nose, and come to look round the torture-chamber! Aha, aha, aha!

The Phantom of the Opera did exist. After all, these are no ordinary bones.

Come, children, pull yourselves together! I dare say no one has ever seen the ghost." "Yes, yes, we saw him—we saw him just now!" cried the girls. "He had his death's head and his dress-coat, just as when he appeared to Joseph Buquet!" "And Gabriel saw him too!" said Jammes. "Only yesterday! Yesterday afternoon—in broad day-light——

Had any one met with a fall, or suffered a practical joke at the hands of one of the other girls, or lost a powderpuff, it was at once the fault of the ghost, of the Opera ghost.

To his great astonishment, the door opened and Christine Daae appeared, wrapped in furs, with her face hidden in a lace veil, alone. She closed the door behind her, but Raoul observed that she did not lock it.

They had felt his breath . . . Yes, the ghost was there, around them, behind them, beside them. They sensed him without seeing him. They heard him breathing - so close to them, so close!

Gaston Leroux

There was an appalling silence between the three of them: the two who spoke and the shadow that listened, behind them.

Eric is dead.

Her secrets weren't kept just from other people but also from herself.

It's how I figured out what you're actually facing.  But before I prove I'm actually useful here, why don't you tell me why the man who used it has to die?

Tell me, Little Bao, have you ever gotten close to woman?' 'Well. . . ' 'Close enough to smell her?' 'No.' 'Ah! Even when they stink they smell like heaven! Women are something else? They're. . . they're magic!

There is no wonder, no amazement, quite like that felt when something supposed for amusement's sake to be magical and mysterious actually manifests the properties imagination has assigned it in jest--when the toy pistol shoots real bullets, the wishing well grants actual wishes, lovers from down the street fling themselves into Death's bright arms from Lovers' Leap