Quotes About Mystery

Is it dead?' said Gurder. 'It can't die! It's existed for thousands of years!' Gurder shook his head. 'Sounds like a good reason for dying,' he said.

My Lord... what is Death like? called the old man tremulously. When I have investigated it fully, I will let you know, came the faintest of modulations on the breeze. Yes, murmured the Loremaster. A thought struck him. During daylight, please, he added.

So computers are tools of the devil? thought Newt. He had no problem believing it. Computers had to be the tools of somebody, and all he knew for certain was that it definitely wasn't him.

Roland Barthes says, "That which cannot be named is a disturbance.

To acknowledge that which we cannot see, to give definition to that which we don't know, to create divine order out of chaos, is the religious dance.

I care about my brother. I care about wilderness. To care is to lament. My brother is a wilderness, unknowable.

To acknowledge that which we cannot see, to give definition to that which we do not know, to create divine order out of chaos, is the religious dance.

You can study a face all you want, but you never really know what lies beneath the mask.

She pressed her fingers to the woman's neck and felt icy skin. Bending close to the lips, she waited for the whisper of a breath, the faintest puff of air against her cheek. The corpse opened its eyes.

When you shine a bright light, a secret loses all its power.

Can you ever really know a person?

I'm sorry to say that too often, I haven't a clue why people do things like this. Why they drown their babies or strangle their wives or shoot their coworkers. I see the results of their actions, but I can't tell you what sets them off. I just know that it happens. And people are capable of doing terrible things.

Based on the timing, the circumstances. In July 1970, William Maitland vanished from the face of the earth. In August of the same year, we heard the first reports of a foreign pilot flying for the enemy. Running weapons and gold.

An hour before her shift started, an hour before she was even supposed to be there, they rolled the first corpse through the door.

Maura moved quietly to the alcove. There she lit three candles for three women. One for Sister Ursula. One for Sister Camille. And one for a faceless leper whose name she would never know. She did not believe in heaven or hell; she was not even sure she believed in the eternal soul.

Then she turned to follow them, and the three demon hunters walked together down the hill.

Frost lurched away, gagging. The nude man hung upside down, his ankles bound with orange nylon cord. Like a pig carcass hanging in a slaughterhouse, his abdomen had been sliced open, the cavity stripped of all organs. Both arms

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her beam revealing ancient brick walls and the faint glimmer

Every human on this earth had secrets.

How did Elliot die? You said it happened six years ago." "Yeah, the kid got it in his fool head to go to Africa. He wanted to see the animals before they got wiped out by hunters like me. Interpol says he met a couple of girls in Cape Town, and the three of them flew off to Botswana for a safari." "And what happened?" O'Brien drained his whiskey glass and looked at her. "They were never seen again.

We could show them the most exquisite Ming vase, or a carved ivory screen from Persia, and they'd turn their backs and go straight for the human remains.

You're asking me to explain evil. Yes. I can't. Neither can science. It just is.

There are far scarier things in this world than dead bodies.