Quotes About Mystery

I frequently have a feeling that they [the Dead] are standing directly behind us, waiting to hear what answer we will give to them, and what answer to destiny.

Creative ideas, in my opinion, show their value in that, like keys, they help to "unlock" hitherto unintelligible connections of facts and thus enable man to penetrate deeper into the mystery of life.

This idea of becoming a god is age-old. The old belief relegates it to the time after death, but the mystery cults bring it about in this world. An ancient Egyptian text represents it, very beautifully, as the triumphal song of the ascending soul:

Thus, my friends, you learn much about the world, and through it about yourself, by what I say to you here. But you have not learned anything about your mysteries in this way; indeed, your way is darker than before, since my example will stand obstructively in your path. You may follow me, not on my way, but on yours.

Exactly. Magic happens to be everything which eludes comprehension.

In my opinion, faith does not exclude thought (which is man's strongest weapon), but unfortunately many believers seem to be afraid of science (and incidentally of psychology) that they turn a blind eye to the numinous psychic powers that forever control man's fate. We have stripped all things of their mystery and numinosity; nothing is holy any longer.

Because there are innumerable things beyond the range of human understanding, we constantly use symbolic terms to represent concepts that we cannot define or fully comprehend

The headless trunk was discovered impaled on a metal fencepost on the edge of the town park.

Cassie once overheard a well-known mystery writer pontificate from his corner bar stool in Missoula, attempting to woo a young female grad student. The author, who looked like a cross between a buffalo and a walrus, said, "In Missoula if you throw a stick you'll hit a goddam writer. I wish more people would throw sticks.

HE CALLED HIMSELF THE LIZARD King. The prostitutes known as lot lizards feared him. More precisely, they feared his legend, the idea of him. None of them who'd ever seen his face up close lived to describe it.

THE JOE PICKETT NOVELS Long Range Wolf Pack The Disappeared Vicious Circle Off the Grid Endangered Stone Cold Breaking Point Force of Nature Cold Wind Nowhere to Run Below Zero Blood Trail Free Fire In Plain Sight Out of Range Trophy Hunt Winterkill Savage Run Open Season THE STAND-ALONE NOVELS The Bitterroots Paradise Valley Badlands The Highway Back of Beyond Three Weeks to Say Goodbye

the three red lights in Saddlestring without seeing it.

shot him in the butt from three feet away and Pendergast

Joe Pickett's

After nightfall the face of the country seems to alter marvelously, and the clear moonlight only intensifies the change. The river gleams like running quicksilver, and the moonbeams play over the grassy stretches of the plateaus.… The Bad Lands seem to be stranger and wilder than ever.…—THEODORE ROOSEVELT, Hunting Trips of a Ranchman

In the darkened cab of his eighteen-speed Model 379 Peterbilt, the Lizard King was alone, quiet and still, the cab perched over 550 horses of steel muscle under the iconic squared-off snout. The truck was flat black, stripped of chrome, and as subtle as a fist.

His lightweight Taurus 738 TCP semiauto in .380 ACP. In an oblong, hard, and hinged box once used for sunglasses was a syringe filled with Rohypnol.

and entered the back of the building. She

Diana Gabaldon.

it's just as interesting inside. There are secret stairways, hidden rooms, and a crazy dead-end hallway called Bat's Alley. They're closed to the public, of course, and very few people know about them.

her head and her face was in shadow. She'd pushed

Cody put his cup in the saucer and lowered his voice. "When I talked to you earlier you said something about this not being the first time some girls came up missing around here. Care to expound on that topic a little?" Legerski paused and looked into Cody with well-practiced, all-seeing cop eyes. Searching Cody for something. Cody just looked back, squinting through the smoke of his third cigarette since he'd walked in.

back in the seventies four women were killed. Librarians....

you, like its predecessors, into a tortuous world of Tudor