Quotes About Mystery

Death, he thought. This whole clue hunt's been about death.

They were Amy and Dan Cahill's parents, people who had died in an accidental fire years ago. Or maybe not so accidental.

The note only held two words:

Why Is It That When You Wash Two Socks You Only End Up With One? Is There Life After Death? and Where Did The Other Sock Go?

Uh, Lunitaris idish, shirak, damen du!

His hands clenched to fists inside his robes, his eyes flared red in the crimson moonlight.

Fear of the unknown is always the most difficult to overcome.

Raistlin no habló de ello con nadie; había aprendido muy pronto que el conocimiento era poder, sobre todo si era el secreto de otra persona.

and at last there was nothing but darkness, and in the darkness the ecstasy, and after the ecstasy, death and life.

A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure?

Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I'm waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I'll never know.

We tell each other things that have no relation to the afternoon's events or the coming night but that relate to God, to his absence that is so present, like the breasts of the young girl, so young before the immensity of what is to come.

During this period, they say, Lol's collapse was marked by signs of suffering. But what is one to make of suffering which has no apparent cause?

Ese insensato amor que le profeso sigue siendo para mí un insondable misterio. No sé por qué le quería hasta ese extremo de querir morir de su muerte. Hacía diez años que nos habíamos separado y cuando eso sucedió raramente pensaba en él, le quería, parece, para siempre y nada nuevo podía alcanzar ese amor. Yo había olvidado la muerte.

Sen bu olay? s?kça anlat?yorsundur, dedim. ... Hay?r, dedi, bunu anlatm?yorum...Her ÅŸey herkese anlat?lmaz...

Ses yeux sont veloutés comme seuls les yeux sombres le sont, or les siens sont d'eau morte et de vase mêlées, rien n'y passe en ce moment qu'une douceur ensommeillée.

MôÌ£t cu?n sách m? ra, Ä'ó c?ng laÌ€ Ä'êm t?i...

Her eyes are like velvet, the way only dark eyes can be, hers now are a mixture of still water and silt, revealing nothing at present except a kind of drowsy sweetness.

Má»™t cu?n sách m? ra, Ä'ó cÅ©ng là Ä'êm t?i...

the mysterious death of lovers without love.

Elle pourrait répondre qu'elle ne l'aime pas. Elle ne dit rien. Tout à coup elle sait, là, à l'instant, elle sait qu'il ne la connaît pas, qu'il ne la connaîtra jamais, qu'il n'a pas les moyens de connaître tant de perversité.

You ask how loving can happen—the emotion of loving. She answers: Perhaps a sudden lapse in the logic of the universe.

I will not fall. I have reached the center. I listen to the striking of who knows what divine clock through the thin carnal wall of a life full of blood, of shudderings, and of breathings. I am near the mysterious kernel of things as one is sometimes near a heart at night.

Quizás comprendiese ya que los fantasmas son invisibles porque los llevamos dentro. Pero lo que hace que las casas viejas nos resulten inquietantes no es que haya fantasmas, sino que podría haberlos.