Quotes About Mystery

Day by day we are summoned beyond a safe theological "knowledge of description" to one of unpredictable "acquaintance.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

Thirteen is the most sinister of all the signs./ If you want to greet a gremlin, it will do just fine.

Flowers are the footprints of God.

The trigger for Eden's anaphylactic reaction that day was never identified.

Blood calls to blood; charm calls to charm. It is the way of the world. Come close and tell us your dreams. --The Mermaids

Can a magician kill a man by magic?" Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. I suppose a magician might," he admitted, but a gentleman never would.

Can a magician kill a man by magic?" Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. "I suppose a magician might," he admitted, "but a gentleman never could.

Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

The garden is open to the public, although there are no signs to indicate this. It is a small place, hidden from view.

Why would you know?" "I wouldn't," I said. "I don't know anything about you.

The killer might do it again and then we could start to put things together. Leave our minds open, let what we know work its way round our brain. Some smart detective might pick up something.

I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, beneath the distant swish-sound of the trucks. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. Which frightened me. Because I could hear him.

As always, I was pulled in by the small gesture. It was all that I knew about him, and it was perilous to me.

There's something I know but I don't know it yet. It's driving me nuts.

I know the sort of man who likes me. So I wondered, not for the first time, what secret I might possess, what magic charm or talisman had allowed me to get Malloy's attention in the first place. To get him to fuck me. I am not the kind of woman he likes.

There was something different in his voice, as if he were hurrying me along, moving me past something before I saw it.

I used to think, what other job in the world is as good as being a detective?

Men are often like that. They grow bored with simple goodness and want a woman who is dangerous, a challenge.

Sexual creativity is a mystery that will never be solved by commercialism.

We live as in a walled garden now, walled by ourselves. We have been building this wall for some time, but now it's complete. That is new. And yet our surroundings remain as radiantly mysterious as ever.

I was still a novice at the caped crusader super-sleuth thing, but it didn't take a degree from the Sherlock Holmes Detective School to see exactly what had happened here. Alison had come home, put her lunch in the zapper, poured herself a beverage, turned on her computer and . . . vanished off the face of the earth.

Ah. That was what he was doing. Once they were beneath the covers, no one would be able to tell if they were making love or simply trying on each other's underwear. Especially if they turned off the lights.