Quotes About Mystery

I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted.

He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery...

The main concern of the fiction writer is with mystery as it is incarnated in human life.

C'è qualcosa di assoluto e di imprendibile in certi esseri, sembra una lontananza dal mondo, dai vivi, ma sembra anche il segno di chi subisce un potere che non conosciamo.

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

If someone had looked just the right way, they'd have seen how the very water itself took form and reached toward the shore with grasping hands.

Le mariage est criminel car il tue le mystère.

Me fascina la extrema tensión eléctrica, palpable, estremecedora, que puede circular entre un hombre y una mujer que no se conocen, sin una razón concreta, así, simplemente porque se gustan y luchan por no demostrarlo. Ninguna necesidad de hablar. Es una cuestión de muecas, de gestos. Es como una adivinanza, el enigma más importante de tu vida.

El matrimonio es criminal porque mata el misterio.

Falling in love with someone you've never met is like reading a book without knowing the ending. It's full of surprises and unknowns, but that's what makes it so exciting.

De pronto experimenté la viva sensación, la certidumbre casi física, de que existía otro mundo, una realidad de la cual no conocíamos más que la sombra...

Le mystère de la chair est le mystère du salut.

Lesson no. 5: Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story

There was a reek in her nose, a slick dark green smell of water that was old enough to be clever and dangerous.

True stories seldom have endings.

Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.

Everything is really something else in disguise. Of course she was no exception, she reminded herself. Everybody would assume that she was there as the Childersins' novelty pet, or as a Perfume-detector. Nobody would guess that she was there to look for the person who had stolen her history.

She's one of my best friends, thought Neverfell, and most of the time I don't know what is going on in her head at all.

We're in a nest of secrets here. Don't let down your guard.

She is the key to this mystery, a key that I will turn, by hook or by crook.

Follow that coffeehouse.

That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.

Why? How had this otherwise sensible woman who had only met Beamabeth as a screaming purple blob fallen under her spell? Or had Beamabeth slipped immaculate into the world, petal-cheeked and smiling amidst gleaming golden curls?

the murderess of time.