Quotes About Mystery

Nevertheless, I stabbed him.

All his many nights at sea, the stars had been his most loyal companions. He preferred them to the moon, which seemed to him too frank, always begging to be noticed; the stars maintained a certain cagey distance, permitting the mystery of their hidden selves to breathe.

It was true, what they said about the stars. The more you looked, the more you saw.

that it was and always would be impossible to know what was dream and what was not; that all creation was boxes within boxes within boxes, each the dream of a different god.

Inside the walls

Try as you might, nobody will ever truly know who you are.

Before she became the Girl from Nowhere-the One Who Walked In, the First and Last and Only, who lived a thousand years-she was just a little girl in Iowa, named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

Sir William frowned. "Where did you get that jacket?" he asked. Immediately he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "No, don't tell me. I've a feeling I don't want to know. Some washing line or laundry basket between here and Marylebone, no doubt.

Four days after his own funeral, Albert Wilkes came home for Tea.

Magic is just a term people use for things they're too primitive to understand properly.

Then suddenly, bizarrely, the other man – the one in the dark leather jacket – grinned like an amused schoolboy. 'Hel o,' he said brightly.

You're not Shade Vassily,' the Doctor said. 'You just think you are.' And he reached up and took off Repple's face. 'Sorry.' He stepped aside, allowing Repple to see his own reflection.

She remembered Grace telling her about Lorcan's evasiveness when she'd first joined the Noctourne-his ability to speak without saying anything, to talk in riddles. He's a conundrum, thought Cheng Li. A walking, talking conundrum

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

Her eyelids fluttered. "Francis," she murmured. "Cathy," he murmured back. "Heathcliff," muttered Kit, as he set about making sandwiches.

if medical science is geography, then mankind as a species has a map with three towns marked on it and a lot of blank space with drawings of sea serpents.

If you've got a cozy mystery, and a dog is introduced, readers' first question is, 'Does the dog die?' They never ask about a cat. They know that the first rule of cozies is: The Cat Never Dies.

All these dualities suggest that string theorists have been looking at the same animal, only some have discovered the tail, while others have found the ears or glimpsed a snout. The problem is, they still don't know what kind of animal they're dealing with.

Did you ever hear of a place called Sphoe?

I personally feel that a box, far from being a dead end, is an entrance to another world. I don't know to where, but an entrance to somewhere, some other world.

You know, a lot of strange things happen in this world.

See, we don't know the beginning and we don't know the end; all we can know about is the in-between stuff. And that, my friend, is what life is like.

God damn it, Peg! Now we've got us another vortex into a lost dimension, smack in the middle of town this time!" said the mayor in exasperation. "What are we going to do?" "Beats

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt