You can never be free of their criticism until you no longer seek their praise.

My silence knot is tied up in my hair; as if to keep my love out of my eyes. I cannot speak to one for whom i care. A hatpin serves as part of my...

I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a pita. Why the pita? That counts as another mystery.

What people dont know about you people create. Imagination is a part of being human. They fill in the unknowns with assumptions and not facts. Every man and woman is a mystery unrevealed.

It’s the unknown that draws people.

They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s...

Remember! Reality’s an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold! Byeeee!

I never met a gal who represented a mystery to me in quite the fetchin’ way you did. It’d be dull and dreary just to find out how a crook got in and out of...

Not to be too dramatic about it, that night I slept the sleep of the damned. I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor...

We must leave the discovery of this mystery, like all others, to time, and accident, and Heaven’s pleasure.

Mystery is something that appeals to most everybody.

Knowledge is so comforting, but so is mystery.

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That’s how they’ll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

Have only this consolation–that he was never a fiend or even truly a madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled...

At that exact moment, 6-0-0, the sun climbed over the skyline of oaks, revealing its full summer angry-god self. Its reflection flared across the river toward our house, a long, blaring finger aimed at me...

I’m a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.

We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.

You never understood games. Maybe that’s why the world was such a mystery to you.

What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one...

Going for it and changing what you could change-that’s what success was all about.

Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I...

If he looks at me like that again Dottie will need a bucket and mop to get me back to my room.

Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought, bending...

Life is always dangerous and always mysterious.

Your mother is holding your hand too tightly. You whimper and cling to her dress, because you know what will happen next. She stares at you, as if she’s forgotten how to blink. There’s one...

He felt like home.

Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away.” Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.

The fig tree grows its flowers strangely inside out, concealed within the soft interior of the fruit. Erszébet imagines the fig’s hidden fairy weight of seeds, grown in sweetness that is also a darkness. Like...

We look wishfully to emergencies, to eventful, revolutionary times…and think how easy to have taken our part when the drum was rolling and the house was burning over our heads. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists.

Blessed are those who encounter a mystery in their lives because they obtain a big opportunity to live the great joy of solving puzzles!

If Mere Christianity helps make Christianity comprehensible, Orthodoxy makes it weird again.

The crowded city streets, the chaos of disorderly lives – nothing could keep her from wreaking love. She always wanted to let go, and I always wanted to own. She always had it coming, and...

Mr Benz, the parapet of an Italian bridge doesn’t look like the proper place for you,” said Chase.

Those without color—say, dressed in all black—can go about almost unnoticed. Where the rainbow is conspicuous, their darkness acts as a kind of camouflage, masculine by contrast, and allows them to watch without being watched....

The longer I looked into his eyes the more I felt that he was leading me down a road that I was determined not to follow.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don’t even...

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.

Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.

He is nothing more than one of my pawns. However, he is not a normal pawn. He is a pawn that can get across the whole board in one move.

May your feet ever walk in the light of two suns… and may the moonshadow never fall on you…

We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in...

and…and…a gun. A big one.” – Colleen O’Brien

Love is the biggest mystery of the universe. But why try to solve it, when one simply view it for what it is and marvel at the wonders and strangeness it brings?

The mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.

Again time elapsed.

I want you, too, Hayes Cardwell, and that isn’t the beer talking.”They were so close she could see the shine of his dark eyes in the starlight. Without another word, he swept her up in...

An ocean of shimmering love exists in your heart. Tap into it today and rest in the undulating currents of the great mystery.

The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us — there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint...

She came through the door the moment my beer arrived. Fortyish, salon-blonde, spray tan, fake boobs and real diamonds. Anywhere else it would be a bimbo alert, but in Florida it was just protective coloration.