Quotes About Mystery

el hecho de reflexionar sobre una pregunta – explorar todas sus facetas a lo largo del tiempo – nos pone en contacto con el misterio de la vida. Reflexionar sobre las preguntas nos acostumbra a la naturaleza inabarcable de la vida y nos permite comprender las cosas desde diversos puntos de vista.

Bosque, monte alto, tala.

Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.

It is we that are blind, not Fortune: because our eye is too dim to discover the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.

Do not hope to understand the source of my understanding.

To find themselves utterly alone at night where company is desirable and expected makes some people fearful; but a case more trying by far to the nerves is to discover some mysterious companionship when intuition, sensation, memory, analogy, testimony, probability, induction--every kind of evidence in the logician's list--have united to persuade consciousness that it is quite alone.

Nobody had beheld the gravitation of the two into one

She is one of those people who are known, as one may say, by subscription: everybody knows a little, till she is astonishingly well known altogether; but nobody knows her entirely.  She

But man, even to himself, is a palimpsest, having an ostensible writing, and another beneath the lines.

YaÅŸayan bir s?r ölü bir rezaletten daha az ilgi çekici deÄŸildi.

Hello Clarice...

I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it.

Dr. Doemling, does he want to fuck her or kill her, or eat her, or what?' Mason asked, exhausting the possibilities he could see. 'Probably all three,' Dr. Doemling said.

If you believe you are beyond harm, will you go inside? Will you enter this palace so prominent in blood and glory, follow your face through the web-spanned dark, toward the exquisite chiming of the clavier? The alarms cannot see us. The wet policeman lurking in the doorway cannot see us. Come …

Two things to begin with. First, we go on the premise that Dr. Lecter really knows something concrete. second, we remember that Lecter looks only for the fun. Never forget fun.

Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?

Starling looked at Crawford steadily, but she was too still. "Hannibal the Cannibal," she said.

if she looked deeply where the dark sucks in the sparks, she might see something useful. She thought she might see glee. Thank

Thomas Harris

Silence and no lambs screaming.

Hannibal stared steadily by candlelight at the faces sketched from his dreams and tried to make their mouths move. Perhaps they would sing at first, and then say their names. Hannibal sang himself, to start them singing.

He's a cemetery mink. He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

He's all right. Just don't mention proton decay." "I'll try to talk around it.

Mrs. Leeds was lovely, wasn't she? You turned on the light after you cut his throat so Mrs. Leeds could watch him flop, didn't you? It was maddening to have to wear gloves when you touched her, wasn't it?