This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name. The consciousness that animates us is...

Mystery is a commodity for society that willing to buy it.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed...

I am looking forward to fully understanding what is occurring. Other than the fact that we are well over a century in my future—if it is MY future; in America, in an underground government facility...

To find the books end,cross the ancient wood to the mystic isle.Until then, prepare yourselffor the coming battle. . .AND TRUST NO ONE.

I wondered if I could just drop the role I carried like a mantle of a dethroned prince.

There is an old story from the Eastern tradition that says that when the gods created the universe, they found a place for everything but the truth, and this created a problem, because the gods...

They seem to be a mystery. Their whole league seems to be a mystery. We?re kind of going in a little bit blind.

I am not much of a mind to touch

Charm is deceptive, Wise is sly, having talent is impressive and that puzzles you why. I, but not you, know the mask that I wear. Like how a master knows its masterpiece which is unknown...

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.The ocean is a place of skin, rich...

It was quite elementary,’ returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.

You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal. –Sherlock Holmes

You can make a text mean anything, especially if it’s old and full of ambiguities.

Combine two words, Myth and History. What do you get? Mystery.

Do you really believe in destiny?” “How can I not believe in destiny, when there is no difference between my memories and my dreams at night? There’s no difference between their reality. And if I...

It’s been a bit of a strange mystery.

When you turn a blind eye to atrocities, you are complicit in them.

When men were ready to marry, look out. Their evolution busted out all over. They nabbed the closest female hanging out near their caves, anyone who looked like she would clean his woolly mammoth tunics...

Books are keys that open many doors — James Rollins

Question marks are shaped like hooks for a reason: they will hook the reader and drag them deeper into the story

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.

Just making the cement now, only takes five minutes.””I did it in four once,” Pauly whispered boastfully to Johnny, “but if I’m honest, I was never completely happy that it set properly.””Who was it for?””Big...

Sometimes love finds you when it’s ready. And when you’re ready too. How that happens is anybody’s guess. Love is the great mystery stew, its secrets well kept, its ingredients known to providence alone. While...

Nothing doing. I’ve no doubt you think I should look noble as a sacrifice. But I’ve never wanted to look noble, and I won’t be made to. — Neville Fletcher

It’s immeasurably easier to live in a world that’s all surfaces, that means nothing and demands nothing of you.

There were men in their fifties, men who take a stab at fitness, men who try. They may not look young, but they still look viable. Lammers wasn’t one of those. Lammers was one of...

A fallow mind is a field of discontent.

But the thing that . . . that I touched . . . ” I cried. “It was furry! It-” I stopped short, taken with a shudder. “I know,” said Herrick.

Let the mystery carry you breathlessly along.

When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery before his eyes. That is the legacy of the first European novel to the entire subsequent history of the novel. The...

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas

It’s so still she can almost hear the thrum of the cosmos, its pulse trembling at the edge of perception

Sing to me a tune of patience; A dream borne of tenacity. Pervade unto my being, a cadence; Whisper to me the depths of eternity…

Death is really the mystery of life, isn’t it?

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

There has always been the wind. Since our planet began to turn, there has been the wind. This ball of dirt and fire and water started to spin. The air stirred. And Earth’s time began....

I would appreciate it if they would call a halt on all their devoted efforts to find a way to abolish war or eliminate disease or run trains with atoms or extend the span of...

Total confusion, disconnected nothing, absolute bewilderment. It’s an enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed in a burrito, and smothered in taco sauce.

What will happen to sex after liberation? Frankly, I don’t know. It is a great mystery to all of us.

You sir, are a thief.

We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.

At the witching hour, the city was totally silent. Only the wind of portent blew through the gathered council of whispering brick chimneys on the rooftops, delivering the hand that would write upon the wall.

How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?

Some of us will admit to a simple fascination with the inner world for its own sake, a fascination with no further goal than the thrill of discovery, the pleasure of engaging the mysterious, dark...

We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside...

But in that moment, I didn’t want to be trusted. I wanted something far more primal. I stretched up on my tiptoes and leaned in. I closed my eyes as his scent overcame me. When...

It’s always seemed like a big mystery how nature, seemingly so effortlessly, manages to produce so much that seems to us so complex. Well, I think we found its secret. It’s just sampling what’s out...

Submitted for your approval–the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling

I think it’s more the mystery that everyone is intrigued by the fact that here’s this plane that crashed more than 63 years ago, and there’s still somebody up there.