Quotes About Mystery

The blood in the fine, white sand was only a few hours old, still gummy to the touch. The stench of loosened bowels soured the hazy air.

She saw her breath curl in a white stream, drawn inward to the darkness beyond.

He strode down the empty street, cleaving the low-lying mists that swirled like incandescent cloaks in the gaslight.

We are not all. We are defined within a greater definition, and this greater definition eludes comprehension, because we are lacking. Incapable. Insufficient.

he could see the darkness pulse, and the smell of decay had thickened to a stench.

the siren song/called silence

It was a conceit to imagine that they knew the world; that they knew its every detail. Forces ever worked unseen, in elusive patterns no mortal mind could comprehend.

Can there be magic in mere words?" "Magic powerful enough to drive gods to their knees, soldier.

Some people invite awe whether they like it or not. Such people come to be very lonely. Lonely in themselves, Sha'ik

There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

Kapitáne, na chvilku… vaÅ¡e o?i… úplnÄ› svítily. Jako zvíÃ…â"¢eti." Paran se na nÄ›j zadíval. "Opravdu?" "OdpÃ…â"¢isáhl bych to s jednou nohou na pÃ…â"¢edkožce mistra KápÄ›, kapitáne.

The stranger's arm intercepted him.

Ich möchte immer noch mehr über diese alten Frauen wissen, die Welten wie diese hier träumen.

A Book of Prophecy opens the door. You need a second book to close it.

The dark bloom of sorcery was a stain few cared to examine too closely. It had a way of spreading.

Pella started as a massive shape separated itself from behind the hanging.

Ascendancy was but one of the countless mysteries of the world, a world where uncertainty ruled all—god and mortal alike—and its rules were impenetrable.

These were the mysteries of men, so baffling to women. Where silences could become a conjoining of paths. Where a handful of inconsequential words could bind spirits in an ineffable understanding. Forces at play that she could sense, indeed witness, yet ever remaining outside them. Baffled and frustrated and half disbelieving.

Felisin ducked as something winged past her, leaving in its wake a musty, dead smell.

It's rare you'll find a mage with a pleasant past

To know too much is to lose the wonder of mystery. In answering every question we forget the value of not knowing.' 'There

My Queen, neither mortal nor immortal can fathom the mind of an artist. But as a general rule, between two possible answers, choose the more sordid one.' 'Of course. How silly of me.

only once brushing gazes with the black man leaning against the bar.

Here be the mountains vanishing in the mists, never to return. Here be the rivers sinking into the sands, and these are the sands that never rest. And the sky that looks down and sees nothing. Here, aye, is the world behind me, for I was never much of a map-maker, never much the surveyor of deeds.