Quotes About Mystery

If miracles had chemical equations then everyone would believe.

This story is about people,secrets and time.About people who, not unlike parcels,hide secrets,who cover themselves with layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside.

From Stephanie To Rosie Subject Re: Life Well, isn't that one thing you're all the wiser for? Age has taught you something. That nobody knows what's going on.

You can't know everything by looking at me. You can never know by looking at someone.

Whatever use double maths has in life is beyond me.

The moon made me do it.

But you are proof that you can think you know someone yet never really know them at all.

So many secrets, so many things I didn't know. What else don't I know?

Dem Meer wohnt ein Zauber inne. Menschen fühlten sich unwiderstehlich zu ihm hingezogen, wollten am Meer leben, im Meer schwimmen, spielen, es anschauen.

People, like houses, hold their secrets. Sometimes the secrets inhabit them, and sometimes people inhabit their secrets.

I don't know if it's because of him and the way he was, but I've always hoped generally that silent people hold a magic and a knowledge that less contained people lack; that their not saying something means that more important thoughts are going on inside their head.

It was nothing short of marvelous the way the world worked out.

Legend gathered around him, swirling around him like a great black cloak.

How can we expect to know everything about God? He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. I call that ambiguity, I said. Riddles, puzzles, double meanings, lost possibilities, the dark side to the light, the light side to the darkness, different perspectives on the same thing. Nothing in this whole world has only one side to it. Everything is like a kaleidoscope. That's what I'm trying to capture in my art. That's what I mean by ambiguity.

The paintings had a strange quality: they were figurative but there were no figures in them. They looked as if they might suddenly dissolve.

indelible, our last clues to a beautiful woman

A quantum of sweetness... what he meant was not just that a person should have a rightful share of whatever way you'd like to define sweetness, but also that the sweetness itself carries a special levy of contemplation of the infinitudes of sweetness that will go untasted, be forever unknown.

My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. It's me, said a familiar voice. ...Eric, what are you doing here? Snuggling.

Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true,' said a bored female voice. 'Pam. Listen.' 'The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.' 'Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.' 'Fuck a zombie!

The vampire is not a bad man, and he loves you

Eric turned to me, kissed me on the lips very lightly, and looked at my face for a long moment. "He'll spare you," Eric said, and I understood he wasn't really talking to me but to himself. "You're too unique to waste." And then he opened the door.

My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.

Sookie: Is Eric around? Pam: He is enthralling the vermin

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?