Quotes About Mystery

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall?

Love is strange. It has no rhyme or reason. It simply is.

I'd made myself some hot chocolate, located a book with a lot of murder and mayhem,curled up on a loveseat near the fireplace, and was happily envisioning Joe as the corpse of this tale.

Flotaba en el agua cuando le pregunté: -Entonces, ese tatuaje de tu hombro, ¿Qué significa? -Todos los machos se hacen un tatuaje cuando están listos para declarársele a la chica que han elegido para ser su pareja. El tatuaje representa el nombre de ella escrito en la lengua antigua de nuestra especie. -¿Y a quien has elegido tú? Él me miro como preguntándome si de verdad era tan tonta. -¡Ah!

He grinned. "Hey." "Who are you?" I snapped, jerking the sides of my robe together and tying the sash. His eyebrows shot up. "Most people I know respond to a greeting with another greeting.

What do you do for fun?" he asked. And suddenly we weren't at a table with a large group of people anymore. It was just Brad and me. We'd moved from a wink to a nudge to a discussion, but his interest was going to disappear if I didn't think of something exciting to share. "I like to read mysteries." "Read." He repeated the word like I'd just told him that I enjoyed stepping in dog poop.

Mickie, and watch yourself. Something's in the water.

She goes where she pleases. She appears unhoped for, uncalled for. She moves through doors and walls and windows. Her thoughts move through minds. She enters dreams. She vanishes and is still there. She knows the future and sees through flesh. She is not afraid of anything.

Hey, Ernessa, where the fuck are you?

Silent people can be misleading, suggesting profundity and thoughtfulness where there may be none.

The cause of whose tears... could not be found in the traces on her cheeks. ...even as he knew the source of her tears was endless. bottomless and endless and not to be found in their traces. p.194

Reading him was like reading runes — apparently you had to know the language.

All life has in it the dimension of the Unknown; it is a thing forever unfolding. It seems important to consider the possibility that science may have defined life too small. If we define life too small, we will define ourselves too small as well.

Much of life can never be explained but only witnessed.

Magic finds a way, warrior.

Joe Saviour once told me that every life has a legend. Before the soul comes down to earth, God seals a story inside it. To know your purpose, you need to unravel the mystery of that legend.

Harper lifted the book without looking at Flann. "Reading here." Flannery craned her neck. "The Case of the Missing Girlfriend.

Stephen, why are you shivering?' 'I don't know, my darling.' 'Mary, why are you crying?' 'I don't know, Stephen.' p424

No se acaba por ansiar aquello de lo que menos se dispone, lo que es distinto, lo que encandila y encanta, lo que sorprende?

But just look at her, he thought. How can there be this much treasure all in one place, and the world still here?

Most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.

Just think: our world is a particle spinning through an infinity!

The persecution that accompanies her pilgrimage on earth will unveil the 'mystery of iniquity' in the form of a religious deception offering men an apparent solution to their problems at the price of apostasy from the truth.

What a mystery the human person is. Sometimes horrible effects of our choices come that we in no way intend. Sometimes the difference between what we think we are doing and what we are actually doing is total. But it is the inner intention that then characterizes what we do or do not do.