Quotes About Mystery

She found herself, for the first moment, looking at the mysterious portrait through tears. Perhaps it was her tears that made it just then so strange and fair ... the face of a young woman, all splendidly drawn, down to the hands, and splendidly dressed ... And she was dead, dead, dead

He surveyed the edifice from the outside, and admired it greatly; he looked in at the windows, and received an impression of proportions equally fair. But he felt that he saw it only by glimpses, and that he had not yet stood under the roof. The door was fastened, and although he had keys in his pocket he had a conviction that none of them would fit. She was intelligent and generous; it was a fine free nature, but what was she going to do with herself?

But if we may perish by cracks in things that we don't know.

The will, I believe, is the mystery of mysteries. Who can say beforehand that his will is strong? There are all kinds of indefinable currents moving to and fro between one's will and one's inclinations. People talk as if the two things were essentially distinct; on different sides of one's organism, like the heart and the liver. I believe there is a certain group of circumstances possible for every man, in which his will is destined to snap like a dry twig.

It was not that I didn't wait, on this occasion, for more, for I was rooted as deeply as I was shaken. Was there a secret at Bly—a mystery of Udolpho or an insane, an unmentionable relative kept in unsuspected confinement?

So far had Douglas presented his picture when someone put a question. And what did the former governess die of? – of so much respectability? Our friend's answer was prompt. That will come out. I don't anticipate.

Susie had an intense thought and then an effusion. 'My dear child, we move in a labyrinth.' 'Of course we do. That's just the fun of it!' said Milly with a strange gaiety. Then she added: 'Don't tell me that—in this for instance—there are not abysses. I want abysses.

It was the first time, in a manner, that I had known space and air and freedom, all the music of summer and all the mystery of nature.

It had been devilish awkward, as the young men say, to be found by Juliana in the dead of night examining the attachment of her bureau; and it had not been less so to have to believe for a good many hours after that it was highly probable I had killed her.

It was as if, at moments, we were perpetually coming into sight of subjects before which we must stop short, turning suddenly out of alleys that we perceived to be blind, closing with a little bang that made us look at each other—for, like all bangs, it was something louder than we had intended—the doors we had indiscreetly opened.

There was a sort of spell in the sense that nobody in the world knew where she was. It was the first time in her life that this had happened; somebody, everybody appeared to have known before, at every instant of it, where she was; so that she was now suddenly able to put it to herself that that hadn't been a life.

Though I couldn't make out what she was talking of I was terribly frightened; the absence of a clue gave such a range to one's imagination. (Sir Edmund Orme)

It's her general air of being some one in particular that strikes me. Who is this rare creature, and what is she? Where did you find her, and how did you make her acquaintance?

The golden bowl – as it was to have been.' And Maggie dwelt musingly on this obscured figure. 'The bowl with all our happiness in it. The bowl without the crack.

With all her love of knowledge she had a natural shrinking from raising curtains and looking into unlighted corners.

He was lost in wonder at the mystery of things.

I can't make out what you're up to . . . You strike me as having mysterious purposes — vast designs.

Basil Ransom had got up just as Mrs. Luna made this last declaration; for a young lady had glided into the room, who stopped short as it fell upon her ears. She stood there looking, consciously and rather seriously, at Mr. Ransom; a smile of exceeding faintness played about her lips--it was just perceptible enough to light up the native gravity of her face. It might have been likened to a thin ray of moonlight resting upon the wall of a prison.

There was something between them. There was everything.

He fairly glittered in the gloom.

The element of the unnamed and untouched became, between us, greater than any other.

She's beautiful, but I don't say she's easy to know. Ah, she's a thousand and one things!

little and then gone back.  Miss Mavis hadn't turned up—and she didn't turn up.  The stewardess began to look for her—she hadn't been seen on deck or in the saloon.  Besides, she wasn't dressed—not to show herself; all her clothes were in her

Oh, handsome—very, very," I insisted; "wonderfully handsome. But infamous." She slowly came back to me. "Miss Jessel—was infamous." She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. "They were both infamous," she finally said.