Quotes About Mystery

rumore di gatto, barba di donna, radici di montagna, tendini d'orso, respiro di pesce e sputo d'uccello.

Expand your vocabulary to include accurate, beautiful, sensual, inspiring, thought-provoking, mysterious, and compelling words—words that express the beauty of your marvelous spirit.

I will never see him again. Never know why he let me go. Never learn if he really whispered what I think he did. Beautiful.

Some things are best left a blur. Births and Visa Bills.

I'm never going to believe a Poirot mystery again. Never. All those witnesses going, Yes, I remember it was 3:06 p.m. exactly, because I glanced at the clock as I reached for the sugar tongs, and Lady Favisham was quite clearly sitting on the right-hand side of the fireplace. Bollocks. They have no idea where Lady Favisham was, they just don't want to admit it in front of Poirot. I'm amazed he gets anywhere.

Now, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

What is love? No one knows what love is, exactly. No one can define it. No one can prove it.

She was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. She was radiant. And she was wearing this necklace... When you see the necklace in the painting, it all makes sense. He loved her. Even if she lived to one hundred and five without ever getting an answer.

You have no idea what Linus is thinking. It could be good, it could be bad. Most likely, it's nothing at all. He's a boy. You'd better get used to that.

It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen?

Maybe my identity's been stolen. Or maybe I was sleep-shopping!

she is the only woman I've ever known who could make a man call.Ever

See how I stopped mid-sentence? I can do it too. When I don't necessarily want to reveal the exact thought I'm having.

It's the ineffable, mysterious connection that happens between two humans when they connect, and they feel it…and they just know.

They were even talking about buying a bodyguard, can you believe it? I mean, what on earth would I look like, turning up with a bodyguard? Actually, I'd look pretty cool and mysterious, wouldn't I? That might have been quite a good idea.

I'm not quite sure if he's talking to me or to himself, but every word he says feels like a drop of Wise Potion. I want to hear more. I want him to tell me all the answers to life.

Of course I have secrets.

What's this? Dumbledore?

However well we got to know each other, there was always a magic. A mystery. We could lie in bed looking silently at each other, not needing to speak. Joe's eyes were never boring. He was never boring.

All those hours spent together, playing, talking, laughing, lovemaking... I should know him by now, surely. I should know the secret, vulnerable corners of his brain. Shouldn't I? But then, he did always keep part of himself hidden away, I remind myself. As though he couldn't trust it with anyone, not even me.

I don't know what magic has brought him here. My brain can't function well enough; I can't make sense of it. But he's here. And his eyes are telling me that they love me.

For all that I loved him, I never got to the core of Joe. I never reached his innermost Russian doll. He always kept a part of himself locked well away.

His dark, steady gaze is impossible to read. I don't know what he's thinking. Except that he was thinking about me. And that he still has feelings about me. Of some sort. Essentially the same way.

Numberless are the world's wonders, but none more wonderful than man