Quotes About Mystery

I feel about John's gospel like I feel about my wife; I love her very much, but I wouldn't claim to understand her.

Even now I can't describe why I love skating so much.

Love is a mystery which, when solved, evaporates. The same holds for music.

I love not knowing. It keeps me guessing.

I wanted to write a story that was different than what I've done before - so I decided to write dual love stories that will keep the reader wondering how the stories will come together by the end.

I was sitting in the living room doing my homework, when the house started to get cold. Cold as—cold as a tomb." "When were you in a tomb?

He looked serious—worried, Erin decided—but as he crossed the street, his expression changed. He tilted his visored cap over one eye and leaned through the open car window. The coast is clear, sister, he said in a gangster whisper. Drop my raincoat over the loot, and I'll smuggle it in.

The man towered over her five-foot-four-inch frame by a good ten inches. He was big, dark and deadly-looking, with piercing ebony eyes and long, silky black hair secured in a ponytail. Dressed all in black—leather jacket, cotton shirt and jeans—he blended into the night like a prince of darkness. Rorie shuddered at the thought. Whoever or whatever this man was, he was danger personified.

floor in a pool of blood. His eyes were open. Blood and saliva trickled from his mouth. The

A shivery feeling ran down Ramona's backbone, as if magic were taking place.

His life was a mystery to her, fabulously rich when he chose to embellish it, but otherwise a blank.

è una ragazza virtuosa, sensata, intelligente, d'ottima educazione; una figlia devota e una perfetta padrona di casa. Solo, ogni tanto, soffre di tremendi attacchi di malinconia, di cui nessuno è mai riuscito a spiegare l'origine. Perciò vi raccomando: non meravigliatevi se improvvisamente, senza motivo, la vedete scoppiare in lacrime. Non è colpa vostra, e lei non ce l'ha con voi. Però è meglio che le giriate alla larga finché non le passa.

Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides. Woods choke off views & leave you muddled & without bearings. They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs. Stand in a desert or prairie & you know you are in a big space. Stand in the woods and you only sense it. They are vast, featureless nowhere. And they are alive.

The universe is not only queerer than we suppose; it is queerer than we can suppose

When you consider it from a human perspective, and clearly it would be difficult for us to do otherwise, life is an odd thing. It couldn't wait to get going, but then, having gotten going, it seemed in very little hurry to move on.

You can get some sense of the immaterial quality of clouds by strolling through fog—which is, after all, nothing more than a cloud that lacks the will to fly.

For the moment we might very well can them DUNNOS (for Dark Unknown Nonreflective Nondetectable Objects Somewhere).

If a potato can produce vitamin C, why can't we? Within the animal kingdom only humans and guinea pigs are unable to synthesize vitamin C in their own bodies. Why us and guinea pigs? No point asking. Nobody knows.

When the Duke [W.J.C. Scott-Bentinck] died, his heirs found all of the aboveground rooms devoid of furnishings except for one chamber in the middle of which sat the Duke's commode. The main hall was mysteriously floor less. Most of the rooms were painted pink. The one upstairs room in which the Duke had resided was packed to the ceiling with hundreds of green boxes, each of which contained a single dark brown wig. This was, in short, a man worth getting to know.

For you to be here now, trillions of drifting atoms had somehow to assemble in an intricate and curiously obliging manner to create you.

Whoever was the person behind Stonehenge was one dickens of a motivator, I'll tell you that.

as the biologist J. B. S. Haldane once famously observed: "The universe is not only queerer than we suppose; it is queerer than we can suppose." The

The universe is an amazingly fickle and eventful place, and our existence within is a wonder.

we all recognize a likeness of Shakespeare the instant we see one, and yet we don't really know what he looked like. It is like this with nearly every aspect of his life and character: He is at once the best known and least known of figures.