Quotes About Mystery

Leopardo Chenti was drinking from a crystalc up and had turned from him, and so Romulan glanced at Mercurio. That face had grown ominously demure.

To confront the witch and her witchery, was, after all, turning out to be interesting.

The Tower is haunted. A piece of wood which speaks. And with such a shrewish voice.

The noon sun, raying through the orange trees, fired his elegant silk clothes, and revealed his hair as pure light. It was a fitting halo for the marvellous face Mareme had compared to an angel's-though whether of the heavenly variety or one of the descended sort, it was somehow hard to be sure.

Brooding on murder had turned their brains to milk.

Shaina began to walk very fast over the mountain side and westwards towards the delicate, gloomily-shining fang of the witch's mountain.

When the night burned its cloak in the sunrise...

There was a lesson in here somewhere, he was sure. Or maybe he'd offended some ancient, pre-Columbian god while he'd been in South America -because this was a test.

The darkness at the sides of the road. It possesses neither form nor name, but whoever passes here knows when it comes out and follows after and sends shudders like rippling streams down his back.

Four eyes full of gleams and radiance beneath their lashes, filling the looking-glass. Questions shooting out and then hiding again. I don't know: Gleams and radiance, gleaming from you to me, from me to you, and from me to you alone—into the mirror and out again, and never an answer about what this is, never an explanation.

there is no truth beyond illusion....between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where reality comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and magic.

That's what poems are for, so you don't understand a thing.

complete works of Shakespeare bound in red leather and many other grand titles of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes and Dame Agatha Christie's memorable detectives.

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Keep your words. This pain is no life. You only feel pain because you're alive, boy! the keeper thundered. This is the mystery of it. Life is lived on the ragged edge of the cliff. Fall off and you might die, but run from it and you are already dead!

If Slater were someone else, Kevin would merely be the poor victim of a horrible plot. Unless he was killed by Slater, in which case he would be the dead victim of a horrible plot

And to understand how love unfolds, you must understand how Elyon loves.

He plunged beneath the surface and knew that these were Elyon's waters, and his lake had no bottom.

But He did not say *become* perfect. He said *be* perfect. And that mystery is unveiled in Yeshua Himself. For you are now in Him, and He is perfect.

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He knew that behind the skin of this world, there was another. And in that world the children were laughing.

Like the others, the children were clouded in a thin fog, though the cords of darkness weren't as developed.

We watched him go, stunned and confused. At least I did. What he said made sense in my old way of being. Sylous was an angel, sent with the word of God to the elect. He had to be.