Quotes About Mystery

The body releases its electricity, merges with another, and together there is something like God in this pleasure. But afterward, in the quiet redolent air, there must also be offerings of truth. And so the mystery of love deepens.

Open them? Open them! My God, Felicia," he said, wrapping his right arm around the waist of the curly-haired waitress, "I think Professor Taylor has cracked the code!

I believe there is an explanation for everything - although we shall never know the explanation for everything. Not everything in this world can be understood by us, nor should it be. It is not necessary.

And it is a fact an absolute fact that there are creatures on the surface of this earth that have never been studied by man . . . There are other worls - worlds within this world - that we can only begin to imagine. We may think we have seen all that there is to be seen on this tiny planet of ours. We most certainly have not - and perhaps never shall.

When the abyss gazes into you, bill it.

out the news a little at a time. Grant sighed. "You have something for me?" "You heard about the shootout?" "Excuse me?" "That woman in the red truck who came to see you?

The fact is, I am scared to death of women. They are an inscrutable species. I don't understand them. In my opinion, any guy who claims he understands women is either a fool or a liar.

There's an ancient term, widely used by writers of Celtic spirituality. It talks of 'thin places'; places where the gap between earth and heaven is said to be very narrow; places where you can sense God more strongly than in the mundane monotony of

This was his first murder and it fascinated him.

Somewhere in the ocean, a shark was missing its cold eyes because this man had them.

The greatest puzzle in the world, young man, the greatest challenge a man can face, is solving the riddle of a woman's heart.

by the time this business is done, we'll all be roaming about in our shrouds with fresh brain smeared around our mouths like so much marmalade, you mark my words!

Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.

What chord did she pluck in my soul that girl with the golden necklace & ivory breasts whose body ignited the river: she who rose like the moon from her bathing & brushed back the ebony hair that fell to her waist & walked off into the twilight dark— O my soul, what chord did she pluck that I am still trembling.

staggering gait. I wonder if he's with the wedding

I had no idea how to square that particular circle.

Family history isn't full of happy endings, Jefferson. You know that. And isn't that one of the allures of the job? It's the skeletons in the closet that get people like us out of bed in the morning, isn't it?

angel. Ultimately, "Other

Their eyes met again, and this time there were no great answers there, only questions that would never be satisfied. A

He got up and walked out, so I missed seeing the powerful sorcerer doing his powerful sorcery, which would have involved him closing his eyes and then, I don't know, maybe taking a deep breath or something.

What are you working on?" "I'm trying to set up a store to sell baskets of none-of-your-fucking-business at wholesale prices.

Chapter the Eleventh: In Which the Plot, Behaving in Much the Manner Of a Soup to which Corn Starch Has been Added, Begins, at Last, to Thicken.

As we locked the front door behind us, she said, "How do you keep getting in without my knowing it? Did Jill give you a key without mentioning it to me?" "Trade secret," I said. "What trade is that? Cat burglar?" "Yes, although I prefer the technical term." "What's that?" "Music promoter.

Yes?" she said. "And who might you be?" I bowed, because it seemed the appropriate response. "I might be Jill's friend." I said. "Or I might be an Israeli terrorist looking for PLO supporters. Or possibly a burglar trying to steal your jewels to support my laudanum habit. Or even a neighbor complaining about the volume. That is "Heart of Uncle," isn't it? It really ought to be louder.