Quotes About Mystery

Guthrie esperando y Christine esperando; pero no quizá la misma cosa. Guthrie asustado y Christine asustada; pero no quizá de la misma cosa. Aquí reside, en una palabra, mi preocupación –casi mi ansiedad- por el momento; aquí reside, Diana, ¡el misterio del castillo de Erchany!

To be conservative, then, is to prefer the familiar to the unknown, to prefer the tried to the untried, fact to mystery, the actual to the possible, the limited to the unbounded, the near to the distant, the sufficient to the superabundant, the convenient to the perfect, present laughter to utopian bliss.

No one knew why some people were superspreaders:

Inside a dark pool, no one but the broker who ran it had any idea what was happening.

His reaction is a mystery until ABC Sports clarifies the event, by replaying it over and again, in slow motion. "Again, we'll look at it with

It was an open question as to which was more mysterious to a male NASA engineer: outer space or the American female. They appeared to have better data on outer space.

I sort of wish that was what happened though, Ginny, because that would mean the girl is all right. Fourteen-year-old girls have run off before. Ginny eyed the sheriff severely. Not fourteen-year-old girls who had grandmas like Evelyn Larkin.

They placed the board between them on the kitchen table, and Becca took the suddenly inspired precaution of sprinkling the planchette with holy water taken from a bottle in the pantry placed next to the vanilla extract.

It's bad when the dead talk in dreams," said Odessa.

It remains a mystery to me why some of that [pulp] fiction should be judged inferior to the rafts and rafts of bad social [literary] fiction which continues to be treated by literary editors as if it were somehow superior, or at least worthier of our attention. The careerist literary imperialism of the Bloomsbury years did a lot to produce fiction's present unseemly polarities.

The note took long moments to fade and, when it had at last died away, there was an absolute hush over the world, the milling millions were still, there was an air of expectancy. And then the White Lords came.

A man frantically spurring an equally frightened horse—and behind him, the distance decreasing, a pack of what at first appeared to be dogs. But these were not dogs—they were half-dog and half-bird, with the lean, shaggy bodies and legs of dogs but possessing birdlike talons in place of paws and savagely curved beaks which snapped where muzzles should have been.

We found a city of women. Not one Eldren man had remained. Not one boy over twelve. Not one old man of any age. We had slain them all at sea.

He combed his milk-white hair and crooned a tune to himself, clipped on his yellow chamois shoulder holster and stepped out into the soft night and his smooth car. As he drove, he considered the stars. It would all be over in a flash.

Silently descending were three massive apelike creatures, borne on great leathery wings. Shaarilla recognized them and gasped. "Clakars!

For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.

People are not who or where we think they are. And there is someone who watches from an unknown location

Every river they came to was bridge-less, as if its name had been erased, as if the sky were starless, homes doorless.

Miss Lasqueti consumed mostly crime thrillers, which constantly seemed to disappoint her. I suspect that for her the world was more accidental than any book's plot. Twice I saw her so irritated by a mystery that she half rose from the shadow of her chair and flung the paperback over the railing into the sea.

He never used words or reason. He just moved dangerously among us.

As always, books are mystical creatures to him.

The right ending is an open door you can't see too far out of. It can mean exactly the opposite of what you are thinking.

There was something about him she wanted to learn, grow into, and hide in, where she could turn away from being an adult. There was some little waltz in the way he spoke to her and the way he thought.