Quotes About Mystery

Where did the love come from? What was it made of?

Love is a sickness. Some kind of a pathogen existing above all explanation.

Why do bad guys in movies always love to whistle really slowly?

I wanted something new, the supernatural. The witch, the sorcerer, I love this. I love the films of the witch and sorcerers and magic, its wonderful!

Love is for fools. It is a surging of blood in the loins ... there is no mystery, and no magic. Find someone else, my boy.

I love mysteries, and I read them every night before I go to bed.

Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

I grew up reading comic books, pulp books, mystery and science fiction and fantasy. I'm a geek; I make no pretensions otherwise. It's the stuff that I love writing about. I like creating worlds.

Love seems to be something to approach with caution, as if you'd come across a wrapped box in the middle of the street and have no idea what it contains.

Love is mysterious and rad, like Steve Perry from Journey

Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

It's very difficult to judge relationships from the outside. You never know what happens in intimate moments with two people to know why they really support and love each other.

People love a good mystery; I understand that.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

This was it, he knew it, was sure of it, this was the door which would take him back—

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

The heart has its own reasons that reason can't understand.

Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.