Quotes About Mystery

Passage between worlds. Then the gunfire. Then the killing.

Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate. Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down...

What comes in when daylight leaves is a kind of certainty: that beneath the skin there is a secret, some mystery both black and bright. You feel this mystery in every breath, you see it in every shadow, you expect to plunge into it at every turn of a step.

What you don't know, you can't tell. Or made to tell.

we came from blackness, it seems logical to assume that it's to blackness we return.

Once you eliminate the natural, whatever remains must be supernatural?

They reminded Luke of twins in some old horror movie.

Fasten your seatbelts and prepare for turbulence: you're flying into . . . the Roland Zone!

He looks like anybody you see on the street. But when he grins, birds fall dead off telephone lines...the grass yellows up and dies where he spits. He's always outside. He came out of time...He has the name of a thousand demons. Jesus knocked him into a herd of pigs once. His name is Legion. He's afraid of us...He knows magic. He can call the wolves and live in the crows...He's the king of nowhere.

You shine on, boy. Harder than anyone I ever met in my life. And I'm sixty years old this January." "Huh?" "You got a knack," Hallorann said, turning to him. "Me, I've always called it shining. That's what my grandmother called it, too. She had it. We used to sit in the kitchen when I was a boy no older than you and have long talks without even openin our mouths.

There's a door in the wall. The door is covered with ivy. The ivy is dead. She waits.

I've been sleepwalking again, my dear. / The plants are moving under the rug.

When had men not been mystified by women? They were the magic that men dreamed of, and sometimes their dreams were nightmares.

The apartment was haunted by the ghost of her long departed cabbage.

Reality was deep, and it was far. It held many secrets and went on forever.

Why didn't you kill me like you did that guy back there? Billy? Or does it even make any sense to ask? Are you beyond why?' Oh shit, we're all beyond why, you know that.

The true world was behind it.

The night was cold, chilling the sweat on his face, but the air was as sweet and crisp as the first bite of a fall apple. Above him was a half-moon and what seemed like a trillion stars. To match the trillion pebbles, just as mysterious, that we walk over everyday, he thought. Mystery above, mystery below. Weight, mass, reality: mystery all around.

Everybody trusts a guy in a raincoat. I don't know why. It's just one of those mystery facts.

And way across, on the other side, this is crazy, but I thought I saw that hotel you talked about. Then I blinked my eyes—the wind was so strong they were tearing up—and when I looked again, it was gone." Bucky doesn't smile. "You're not the only person who's seen that. I'm not a superstitious man, but I wouldn't go anywhere near where the Overlook Hotel used to stand. Bad stuff happened there.

no man really knows another man's heart

When I was younger, I used to vacillate between thinking love was this great and glorious mystery and thinking it was just something a bunch of Hollywood move producers made up to sell more tickets in the Depression, when Dish Night kind of played out. Eddie laughed. Now I think that all of us are born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You...Eddie, you fill me up.