Quotes About Mystery

again. In front of her, PC Rodney Broadstairs looked over his shoulder at her and winked.

I feel so alone," she said. "You don't realize how much space someone takes up until they're gone and there's too much emptiness. This place never echoed before. Now it does." She was mystified.

the hidden secret of love is the fevered soul

A signal does not necessarily mean that you want to be located or described. It can mean that you want to be known as Unlocatable and Hidden.

David had once told me that there was no sky as totally black as the African sky, where the stars hung so low that one could almost reach out to pluck them from the heavens. [270]

You never know when the devil might come calling.

I like photographs which leave something to the imagination.

Curran was beautiful but perhaps a little mad.

Roiters said, "I always felt that the kid had blood on his hands.

involved." Decker paused. "I hate to say

Life was a blank page written in invisible ink, a tale all told, just waiting to be deciphered.

slightly agape, the hair pulled off the face. The woman appeared to be around forty. Even without benefit of color, he had seen enough postmortem photos to know what he was studying. "Rina

El ser humano y la muerte nunca llegan a conocerse. Nadie asiste a su propio funeral.

No existen recuerdos más activos y vigorosos que aquellos que se esconden detrás del velo misterioso de la amnesia.

Jung acompanha-nos à porta do incognoscível e deixa que vejamos e comprendamos por nós próprios.

Don't tell me what I'm doing; I don't want to know.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.

Poesía es la unión de dos palabras que uno nunca supuso que pudieran juntarse, y que forman algo así como un misterio.

Algunas cosas no cambian. Hay cosas encerradas detrás de los muros que no pueden cambiar porque nadie las oye.

When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in the pocket.

Before the Dawn" But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew. Ay, but like love the archers are blind!

Bajo el agua siguen las palabras. Sobre el agua una luna redonda se baña, dando envidia a la otra ¡tan alta! En la orilla, un niño, ve las lunas y dice: ¡Noche, toca los platillos!

Siete gritos, siete sangres, siete adormideras dobles, quebraron opacas lunas en los oscuros salones.

Bajo la luna gitana, las cosas la están mirando y ella no puede mirarlas. Under the gypsy moon, all things are watching her and she cannot see them.