Quotes About Mystery

Cuando se le ocurría acostarse conmigo y la borrachera la obligaba a conversar, era como poseer a decenas de mujeres y saber de ellas.

A alma é feita de pequenos compartimentos, uns dentro dos outros, como uma boneca russa. Se continuarmos a abrir, a abrir, acabamos por encontrar a última das bonecas. E o seu rosto nunca é como o da boneca maior.

Se tomaron todos los cunchos que había en la casa», dijo Mallarino.

Looking at him, nobody would ever have imagined that inside his briefcase were the bones of Jorge Eliecer Gaitan. Sometimes I went with him, a boy hand in hand with his father, and my father would then have a living boy in one hand and a briefcase of dead bones in the other. Bones, furthermore, for which anyone would have killed right there.

Algunas conversaciones se tienen mejor en la oscuridad.

Dottora Dicanti, puede usted creer en las historias sobre la Santa Alianza, porque existe. Existe desde hace cuatrocientos años, y es la mano izquierda del Vaticano para aquellos asuntos que ni el mismo Papa debe conocer. —

Dime, chico... ¿Has bailado con el demonio a la pálida luz de la luna? JACK NAPIER

soy el viejo Benson —dijo con una inclinación de la cabeza y una sonrisa misteriosa—. Mayordomo de la familia Black

Lo desconocido es una abstracción; lo conocido, un desierto; pero lo conocido a medias, lo vislumbrado, es el lugar perfecto para hacer ondular deseo y alucinación

La fe es por definición incomprensible. Dios no obedece a la ley ordinaria".

De qué hierbas, entonces, tus ojos de doncella, di, melancolía se azulan... y se deslíen... de cuáles?

Convertida en religión del hombre moderno, la ciencia se ha lanzado a desvelarnos hasta el más recóndito repliegue del universo; y, en su afán acaparador, en su anhelo totalitario de abarcar todos los misterios que anidan en el universo, ha empezado a convertirse en superstición, con sus sacerdotes dementes y sus acólitos turulatos

Night goes away, a black bull-- body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery-- it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously, in genuine fear of all the dead; and day arrives, a young child who wants trust, and love, and jokes, --a child who somewhere far away, in secret places where what ends meets what is starting, has been playing a moment on some meadow or other of light and darkness with the bull who is running away...

Los soles no decaen porque los contemplemos en la niebla.

Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.

Me mataron los murmullos

Love is always unexpected

Perhaps grown women are beings of a good deal more complexity than cats

Magic, at its most basic, is the science of Earth's hidden powers.

I've learned that, just like beauty, what constitutes witchcraft is dependent upon the eye of its beholder.

Feature for feature, he wasn't exactly movie-star handsome. Yet he appealed to her in ways she wasn't used to.

Suddenly, the window swung open and a man's silhouette appeared against a flash of lightning. The candle was blown out by the wind, leaving the room in semidarkness. Elizabeth blinked, not certain if she had really seen the man or not. "Is someone there?" "Eliz-a-beth." A shadow detached itself from the darkness and moved toward her. Her heartbeat quickened. "Cain?" "I told you I would come for you, Eliz-a-beth.

Did she make you laugh? Did she love you as much as you loved her? Did she protect you and warm you and keep you from suffering? Valentine turned her eyes away from him, unable to face the empty answer in his face but not wanting to stop saying what she had thought for so long. "I saw how fascinating her mystery was to you. For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most-emptiness. A person full of life is never mysterious, on the contrary.