Quotes About Mystery

To those who see the magical surface of things, you are invisible.' Good grief. Will you still be able to see me?' He met her eyes in a way that made her shiver pleasantly. 'I see you in a great many ways. It would be hard to blind me in all of them.

To meet so briefly, then to lose you to the desert!' Rising swiftly, she walked to the doors opening to a veranda where she stood gazing at something beyond his vision. 'I hate it. I fear it. It is like the ocean. It takes men and devours them, then flows onward as if they had never been.

It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Your mind cannot possibly understand God. Your heart already knows.

Lovecraft lo había escrito: si conociéramos todo, el terror nos haría enloquecer. Llegó a representarse su sueño como una trampa diabólica

Essa dà, secondo me, un senso concreto, vicino, familiare, all'al di là:

Invece non si tratta di una disgrazia: siamo stati visitati da qualcuno molto grande.

La sua persona è così trasparente che la si può confondere con la Presenza.

I was walking down the street. Something caught my eye, and dragged it fifteen feet.

But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of bone, was the baby, its arms all but clasped about its neck, its face aslant upon its arms, hair painted upon its skull, closed, secret eyes, a diver poised in albumen, ancient and epic, shot with delicate spasms, as old as Pharaoh in its tomb.

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.

La sua sincerità aveva un che di abbacinante, e ogni volta che diceva una cosa - qualsiasi cosa - riusciva a nebulizzare interesse e fascino attorno a sé e si vedeva lontano chilometri che le sue non erano pose.

A la larga, la realidad resulta inextinguible, inalcanzable. Se puede saber más y más sobre ella, pero nunca todo.

Se acuerda de que alguien dejó dicho que el camino verdaderamente misterioso siempre va hacia el interior.

La mujeres son como la ayahuasca.

y la calidez de Nueva York y de ciertos momentos de un pasado no vivido y de todo aquello que, por motivos que en general se le escapan, le da una alegría tan misteriosa como necesaria para seguir viviendo.

Y, sobre todo, lo que aún es más difícil: saber quién realmente pudo ser.

Hay cuervos, pero nadie ha oído sus graznidos.

No sabe que le está hablando, sin saberlo, a su destino marcado por la soledad. Porque a su alrededor ha comenzado a tomar posiciones la niebla y en realidad ya hace rato que ni la última sombra del mundo está interesada en acecharle.

Es posible que haya una respuesta para esa pregunta, pero también que jamás llegue a saber exactamente cuál es.

It's like learning to ride a unicorn. You never forget.

I never tell anyone exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared.

I can't imagine what they're planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it, and it won't be legal.