mysterious Quotes

“For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time.”

“Aureliano thought without saying so that the evil was not in the world but in some hidden place in the mysterious heart of Petra … Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments so that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.”

“The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size.”

“When you discard arrogance, complexity, and a few other things that get in the way, sooner or later you will discover that simple, childlike, and mysterious secret known to those of the Uncarved Block: Life is Fun.”

“The weaver’s hand had known the touch of hard-won money even before the palm had grown to its full breadth; for twenty years, mysterious money had stood to him as the symbol of earthly good, and the immediate object of toil.”

“He was ineffably perfect just the way he was, an enigma filled with both fire and ice that could send my heart into freefall with a simple shift of his eyes.”

“Night has patterns that can be read less by the living than by the dead.”

“The human mind is a fearful instrument of adaptation, and in nothing is this more clearly shown than in its mysterious powers of resilience, self-protection, and self-healing.”

But when the confused and curious boy discovers that a mysterious virus is spreading through town, he decides to enter an otherworldly house to stop it.

It’s not easy to concentrate at school when mysterious things are happening all around you. In fact, Clarice Bean is starting to feel just like her favorite heroine: Ruby Redfort, schoolgirl detective.

He was left marooned on a desert island with no one for company except his dog, Stella Artois, and a mysterious old man who refused to let him leave. However, over time the initial animosity between Michael and the elderly Kensuke softened and blossomed into a powerful friendship that would change Michael’s life forever…

“But on Tuesday, he’d planned to post juicy reveals about all four of his high-profile classmates, which makes all four of them suspects in his murder.”

“Or are they the perfect patsies for a killer who’s still on the loose? Everyone has secrets, right? What really matters is how far you would go to protect them.”

“He runs s shaking hand through his thin white hair as one of the paramedics stabs Simon with a syringe and the other two lift him into the stretcher, ‘God help that boy,’ he whispers. More to himself than to me, I think.”

“To me, my mother wasn’t that mysterious. She was my mother. Always reasonable, always sure of herself. To me, she was about as mysterious as a glass of water. She knew what she wanted; she knew what she didn’t want.”

“On the other hand, he’d got into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley’s gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry’s surprise as anyone else’s, there he was sitting in the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry’s headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings.”

″‘There was something funny about him,’ mused her father. ‘One of those- you know- not-to-be-talkedabout- things, and no one did talk about it, so I’ve never found out what it was. I don’t think Dove knew herself. Nothing disgraceful or catching: nothing you’d inherit... just mysterious.‘”

“A mysterious visitor rescues him from his relatives and takes him to his new home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After a lifetime of bottling up his magical powers, Harry finally feels like a normal kid. But even within the Wizarding community, he is special.”

″ Furthermore, there seems to be a mystery surrounding this place. She keeps seeing a boy out in the river at the strangest hours, a boy she suspects is watching her. Who is he? Is he really as mysterious as Jess thinks, or is her imagination simply running away with her?”

“It says that this femininity is so mysterious and intuitive and close to the creation and origin of life that man-made science may never be able to understand it.”

The newcomers turn the recently deceased Aunt Lillie’s loving home into a stark, barren domicile; are nasty to the other residents; and seem to have mysterious business and social dealings.

Cass and a new friend Maddy are initiated into the secret world of alchemy and the mysterious search for true meaning as they befriend the old man.

“Both Dag and Nora felt that houses were like living beings. They had souls. Houses and people couldn’t just be matched up and live together any old way, They didn’t always get along well. There could be things just weren’t right.”

‘Why The Whales Came’ is a somewhat mysterious, supernatural and mystical thriller evoking so well the atmosphere and feelings of a childhood spent growing up in the Scilly Isles at the time of the First World War.

“He’s starting to get on my nerves, the wolf thinks to himself. For the last two hours the boy has been standing. in front of the wire fencing, as still as a frozen tree, watching the wolf walking.”

They stand eye-to-eye on either side of the wolf’s enclosure and, slowly, each makes his own extraordinary story known to the other.

“Yes, everything was back to normal. Maybe it had gotten a little chilly. The sun, about to set, filled with white tulips on the table with light. The wall clock ticked softly, and in the window the potted plans held their fragile leaves up to the sunlight.”

“She didn’t know exactly how it all started, but it began soon after they had moved into this old building last spring. She hardly gave the first few occurrences a thought. Because Anders had torn off wallpaper throughout the apartment, revealing closets that had been nailed shut, everything seemed unsettled.”

“And there is the mysterious Blue Lady. Why is she always drawing? Why has she moved into Kim’s old house? What is wrong with her?”

“I’m Jane, the mysterious middle Moffat,′ she tried. No. What was there mysterious about her? Nothing. She certainly didn’t wear a musk or o around on tiptoe saying She-sh-sh! like Hawkshaw, the detective. Everybody knew who she was or could very easily find out.”

“You’re being dashed mysterious, old boy.”

“Yes, but you were so dashed mysterious about that. I asked you what the point of it was, and you wouldn’t say anything.”