Quotes About Mystery

Everything does not have to be given away for free. But even a little unnecessary mystery goes a long way.

Horror and terror lurk behind the walls provided so wisely by our ancestors.

Success: that's the mystery. Virtue: that's what's inexplicable. To fail, you merely have to cultivate a few bad habits. You just have to bide your time.

Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.

really hate threesomes when one of the participants is dead.

I've never found anything good in a basement. Ever.

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The duplex had an attic—not the finished kind where there's a guest room and a spot for out-of-season clothes, but the creepy kind where you've got to pull a set of folding stairs out of the ceiling to get up there.

couldn't imagine a worse crime scene than a snow-covered alleyway after dark. I'm sure one existed somewhere. I just couldn't imagine it.

If you could pick one word in the English language to describe the universe, what would it be? Why?" Here's my response: Unfair.

She was a glass snake. She wasn't poisonous but she sowed affliction just by going among men-mysteriously, like a miracle" (385)

No meio da confusão Ouviu-se Quincas dizer: "Me enterro como entender Na hora que resolver. Podem guardar seu caixão Pra melhor ocasião. Não vou deixar me prender Em cova rasa no chão." E foi impossível saber O resto de sua oração.

El hecho de que no se comprenda o se explique una cosa no termina con ella. Nada sé de las estrellas, pero las veo en el cielo, son la belleza de la noche.

Tudo não, Teodoro, tu não sabes que obscuro poço é o coração da gente.

Observo de cerca la mueca concentrada del final: parece como si todavía estuviera soñando. ¿Con qué soñabas, viejo soldado?

En esa foto personal e imaginaria, la dama blanca viste de negro y tiene las facciones duras y a la vez sensuales. Parece una asesina a sueldo, pero en realidad es una emperatriz provista de un puñal. Y resulta que ese puñal vengo a ser yo.

It is clear that there is no classification of the Universe that is not arbitrary and full of conjectures. The reason for this is very simple: we do not know what kind of thing the universe is.

I wish to confound all these people, to create a work of art of a supernatural realism and of a spiritualist naturalism. I wish to prove... that nothing is explained in the mysteries which surround us.

But that which remains for ever incomprehensible is the initial horror, the horror imposed on each of us, of having to live, and that is a mystery no philosophy can explain.

He did not believe, and yet he admitted the supernatural. Right here on earth how could any of us deny that we are hemmed in by mystery, in our homes, in the street,—everywhere when we came to think of it?

Indeed, the mere fact of knowing the unknown rendered her less desirable, more vulgar. Accessibility killed the chimera.

I once asked the servants why none of them had blue eyes like my aunts. They replied that only the ladies could afford to buy the blue glass cups in which they kept their eyes at night to make them more blue and beautiful, and furthermore, if we went on asking silly questions, the rats that steal the faces of inquisitive children in order to wear them as masks would come to take us to live in the twilit world between the ceiling and the roof where no one ever dared to go.

El gran puente, el asunto de mi cabeza y los redobles que se van acercando a mi morada, después no sé lo que pasó, pero ahora es medianoche, y estoy atravesando lo que mi corazón siente como un gran puente.

What a time to be alive, huh? On one hand, we're nothing. We're dirt. On the other hand, we're the reason the universe was made.