Quotes About Mystery

In the hieroglyphic script, the power of the words were matched by the power of the symbols themselves. The symbols were regarded as being so powerful, precautions had to be taken to prevent them from taking on a life of their own.

An unwritten law forbids us to speak of it, and even the thought conjures dark names, dark times.

You were the one that led them a merry dance. Now, I expect, they will want an explanation. I myself am waiting to hear it.

I heard the scrape of a soft shoe and then the curtain was lifted by a single hand. I saw the long slim arm and the dark shape of the body, a tumble of loose hair that fell about him like a frayed cloak. He brought a breeze with him that warmed the flame of the lamp, and sent shadows of laughter across the face of the goddess.

He seemed to be dancing alone, Cressida a mere elemental shadow around him. How beautiful he looked.

The tasted keep their secrets.

The air was hushed and still as if the fog were an enchantment beneath whose spell the whole world slept.

I don't know why he did it to me. I wish I did. Was it because he hated me, or because he didn't care one way or the other?

She had the appearance of a woman who'd just come from a lover's embrace herself.

You are very fond of this Rayojini creature. Therefore, she must be an extremely intriguing individual.

Unexplained events occur when the paths of two cities cross.

We are one another, Finn. I'm not sure what's happening here. I'm not sure why I need to do this.

We are disposable, Othman is not. They want him, they prize him, they fear and respect him. What is he, huh? What do you think he is?

The coincidences were staggering. Ays and Finnigin looked alike, they had both been followed by a mysterious stranger. Their diverse paths had conjoined in the dark waters of Scarzanera's sacred pit, one plunging to death, another to rebirth. Ays felt sick.

Nimnezzar knew Tiy was waiting for him to say something; the words that would act as a key to the lock upon her tongue. He had played this game in the past.

You should know by now that this time of year is not one when we pale-skinned interlopers can walk at ease in the treacherous labyrinth of this witch of cities.

The air around them shimmered with a sense of immenence.

From what I can gather, there's quite a lot you don't like talking about!

They giggled at my inquiries, shaking their heads, grabbing hold of my hands and whirling me 'round in their midst. My voice simply blew away from me.

Ays felt sure the man would swing across to them soon. What would he say? In his heart, Ays prepared himself, scripted questions. Was it you at the wind orchestra, you in the shadows of this morning? Why? What do you want of me? He longed to hear the answer, feeling it would somehow open his perceptions for more than the strongest dose of hela ever would.

In the world of the night, all is black and white, and we were there to celebrate its colours.

His glamour never fails to surprise me; it is always as if we are meeting for the first time.

Her white skin fairly glowed as if lit by some inner fire. Her lips were the colour of red wine, purple in the shadows, and her eyes, like a cat's, were oblique and dark.

It was as if the potential of the twins had been coaxed out, or unleashed; she wasn't sure which.