Quotes About Mystery

As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's Lenore. Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

They were made by Miss Lucy!

Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.

Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe.

My only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around me.

For it is in the arcana of dreams that existences merge and renew themselves, change and yet keep the same.

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.

Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot?

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

And then as we looked the white figure moved forwards again. It was now near enough for us to see clearly, and the moonlight still held. My own heart grew cold as ice, and I could hear the gasp of Arthur, as we recognized the features of Lucy Westenra. Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England.

Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean-shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink. He must be a very peculiar man!

The time is come, I fear, when I must open the parcel, and know what is written.

When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more, but without avail.

Do you know all the mystery of life and death? Do you know the altogether of comparative anatomy and can say wherefore the qualities of brutes are in some men, and not in others? Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

A tall man, thin and pale, with high nose and teeth so white, and eyes that seem to be burning. That he be all in black, except that he have a hat of straw which suit not him or the time.

Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man.

For the dead travel fast.