Quotes About Mystery

What kind of spell do you think Teddy is under?" said Annie. "Who knows?" said Jack.

Perhaps some things should remain mysteries and are better kept in our hearts. We should not try to explain them. (p. 86)

Suddenly, the front of the ship dipped down into the sea. Deck chairs started to slide past Jack and Annie.

Peanut!" cried Annie. Jack patted

It would be especially comforting to believe that I have the answer to the question, What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that's that—the million-year nap? Or will some part of my personality, my me-ness, persist? What will that feel like? What will I do all day? Is there a place to plug in my laptop?

It tastes like water spiked with strange.

Please beware, came his reply, There are a lot of people who believe that just because we don't have an explanation for something, it's quantum mechanics.

I guess I believe that not everything we humans encounter in our lives can be neatly and convincingly tucked away inside the orderly cabinetry of science. Certainly most things can--including the vast majority of what people ascribe to fate, ghosts, ESP, Jupiter rising--but not all

folk ballad about a woman named Daisy who is reincarnated as a medical student whose gross anatomy cadaver turns out to be himself in a former life, i.e., Daisy.

Death. It doesn't have to be boring.

Death doesn't have to be boring.

I think that at the moment of death that little window opens up. I think that maybe we're all connected to something bigger than we are.

There is one thing dead people excel at. They're

The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen.

We picked up a pilot outside the Lewes breakwater a man of few words.

instantaneous picture of a slender blue-gowned girl

Clearly, Diana did not want us to know who she was. We may possibly have been the only people Diana ever knew who had no idea who she was. We welcomed her into our home and trusted her with our child for what she was. This may have been one reason she stayed in touch with us over the years.

What I still can't hear, after all these years, is the specific tip of the hat Steve hid in a countermelody in the title song: "Hank and Mary get into town tomorrow.

I see by your eagerness, and the wonder and hope which your eyes express, my friend, that you expect to be in formed of the secret with which I am acquainted. That cannot be.

We are all each of us riddles, when unknown one to the other. The plain map of human powers and purposes, helps us not at all to thread the labyrinth each individual presents in his involution of feelings, desires and capacities; and we must resemble, in quickness of feeling, instinctive sympathy, and warm benevolence, the lovely daughter of Huntley, before we can hope to judge rightly of the good and virtuous of our fellow-creatures.

What may not be expected in a country of eternal light

Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come?

So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein--more, far more, will I achieve; treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.

I busied myself to think of a story, —a story to rival those which had excited us to this task. One which would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature, and awaken thrilling horror—one to make the reader dread to look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beatings of the heart.