Quotes About Mystery

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.

we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

You never know where the trapdoors are in your life, do you?

Time continued to pass - the oldest trick in the world, and maybe the only one that really is magic.

In this universe there might grow roses which sing.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Dreams are the way we touch the unseen world

There are things of such darkness and horror—just, I suppose, as there are things of such great beauty—that they will not fit through the puny human doors of perception.

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.

Doesn't look like a monster, does he?" "They rarely do.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

Coincidences happen, but I've come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears.

His name is Legion. He is the king of nowhere.

I would like to believe in God," she said, "because I don't want to believe we just end, even though it balances the equation—since we came from blackness, it seems logical to assume that it's to blackness we return. But I believe in the stars, and the infinity of the universe. That's the great Out There. Down here, I believe there are more universes in every fistful of sand, because infinity is a two-way street.

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

I think all worlds are magic. We just get used to it.