Quotes About Mystery

I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time her death will be a mystery, even to me.

Something stinks here, and this time, it's not just him.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

The Universe may be stranger than we can imagine, but it's going to have a tough time outdoing Egan.

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, and a sign on it saying, "End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE TO NOT TOUCH," the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.

Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

When God decides its time, I guess he'll come for us.

To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time.

Once upon a time, I awoke in a strange place.

All people are insane. They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

I'm not sure why I like cats so much. I mean, they're really cute obviously. They are both wild and domestic at the same time.

Wonder - the sensation of being whisked out of time and space...to be bathed in ... epiphanous delight.

This is what I believe: That we are not pushed from behind by the casual unfolding of historical necessity, but that we are in the grip of an attractor of some sort, which lies ahead of us in time.

This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.

Time, that most abstract of humanity's homes.

Who was I? The stranger was footsteps in the snow a long time ago.

Every time I see him, he's not there.

There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist? (155)

Time is the central mystery of our existence. It confines and defines us in many ways.

Margaret Peterson Haddix

I was Pandora, bound and determined to open that box.