Quotes About Mystery

I am drawn allways toward you, Your delicate and distant light, Face which I have never seen.

Crowheart, as always, appeared

In the darkness as we lie side by side John Cole's left hand snakes over under the sheets and takes a hold of my right hand. We listen to the cries of the night revellers outside and hear the horses tramping along the ways. We're holding hands then like lovers who have just met or how we imagine lovers might be in the unknown realm where lovers act as lovers without concealment.

We're holding hands then like lovers who have just met or how we imagine lovers might be in the unknown realm where lovers act as lovers without concealment.

He was looking into that strange place, the middle distance, the most mysterious, human, and rich of all distances.

Because I thought it was still possible everything was all right. Why did I think that? Because I had not heard otherwise. I was in the middle of a mystery.

He was looking into that strange place, the middle distance, the most mysterious, human, and rich of all distances. And from his eyes came slowly tears, immaculate human tears, before the world touches them. River, window and eyes.

In there, she said, humanity was a book without a cover.

It had more darkness in it than any daylight could unpick.

Then his face opened again like that spot in the woods touched suddenly by stray sunlight.

A human person finds a little medicine in another's sadness. So I found. But it's not so strange because the world is mysterious anyhow.

I wonder why that is. I wonder why anything is.

thought how curious it was how people leave a few traces as they go, that can be looked at and puzzled over, but whether ever properly understood, I doubted.

A lucky man is a man you want fighting near you and he gives the needful sense that the world is a thing of mysteries and wonders. That it's bigger than you, bigger than all the shit and blood you seen, That God might be in it somehow looking out for you.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

Manchmal war sie sich nicht sicher, wer die größere Macke hatte: der Autor, der sich diesen kranken Mist ausdachte, oder sie, die sie sogar Geld dafür bezahlte, um es sich mit Axtmördern und Psychopathen am Pool gemütlich machen zu können.

As we embrace our passions and delve into the mystery of life, we unite with the majestic complexity of nature; and if we follow the signs, this can help us understand who we really are.

Ginzo inclined his head and, without uttering a single word, returned to his room in the main house. For a while he just stood there thinking, but eventually he uttered a single sentence: "That man's lying." With that, he opened his suitcase and took out a blank telegram. After a few moments, he began to write. KATSUKO DEAD. SEND KINDAICHI. He addressed it to his own wife, then set out for the K—town post office.

So many other planets & stars -- could all those stars set over barren planets, beauty wasted? Or, are sunsets witnessed throughout the universe?

Love is like the weather in Nevada--you don't know what the freak happens!

Era ca si cum, coborand in adancul navei, ar fi coborât în adâncul lui însu?i, în mijlocul unei v?paia care-i descifra via?? printr-un vârtej.

Love is a great power, and such a strange power...

Who's James Bond?" Zabulon inquired.

That's the paradox, people aren't interested in reading about settling on Mars or flying to the stars—all the things that people really can achieve, but Others can't. But they dream about becoming magicians, rushing into battle with a big sharp sword…. If only they knew what the wounds from a real sword look like!…What does all this mean? That a medieval world in which magic exists is the one most attractive to people!