Quotes About Mystery

The kingdom of plants so easily offers itself as the nearest neighbor to the kingdom of death. Here, in the earth's greenery, among the trees of the cemetery, amidst the sprouting flowers rising up from the beds, are perhaps concentrated the mysteries of of transformation and and the riddles of life that we puzzle over. Mary at first did not recognize Jesus coming from the tomb and took him for the gardener walking in the cemetery.

Ma che cos'è la storia? È un dar principio a lavori secolari per riuscire a poco a poco a risolvere il mistero della morte e a vincerla un giorno.

Miraba las estrellas que se perseguían por el cielo, despidiendo grandes resplandores al alcanzarse. Tres de ellas, arriba, a la derecha, mimaban una danza oriental. De ven cuando volutas de noche las ocultaban.

Don't you know me by now, Angel? I never do what I'm meant for.

this cryptic game of hide-and-seek is what makes it one of the greatest historical mysteries. So many of the symbols can be interpreted in so many different ways, there's always the possibility that all we're really looking at is a blank slate onto which anything can be read.

If Gisele murdered her husband, I can assure you my Henri wasn't involved. He's much too lazy for murder.

he referred to Project Blue Book as going from the investigation of the unexplained to the "explanation of the uninvestigated.

Who knew librarians could be so dangerous?

The Vly, the Vly is dark inside, Where strange and fearsome things may hide Heed my warning, hear the cry— Don't go nigh the Vly, the Vly." "But

they call coincidences like that? Nothing. Because things like that aren't coincidence. Especially in Ekron," Dino added, referring to their small hometown in Pennsylvania.

Bullshit. I don't know how, but somehow you followed us." "I will admit, Agent Harvath, that when you logged on to the web site I gave you for the surveillance photos of Marcel

those who know don't talk, and those who talk don't know.

Unlike Rosa, I can see no divine purpose behind the tangle of this existence, no ordering hand. It is all a mystery, or more accurately, a mess. There are no heroes or villains, no saviors or demons or angels. Only those who have died and those of us who, for whatever reason, have survived. None of this will keep me from believing in God. I believe in Him, I just don't know that I will ever have faith in Him.

I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.

Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things

There, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white... something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell.

i am Dracula;and i bid you welcome,Mr. Harker,to my house.

Omne ignotum pro magnifico;