174 Quotes About Mysterious

The laws of life are written into every atom, molecule and heartbeat. We are immersed in the sweet law of unfolding mystery called life.

Look," she said, and just that. That was the only time she opened her mouth, because she wanted to say something unnecessary, something that wouldn't be important or memorable, so I wouldn't have to remember her voice.We looked at the veil then, the thing that had turned her this way, and we smiled.

Our lives really do seem strange and mysterious when you look back on them. Filled with unbelievably bizarre coincidences and unpredictable, zigzagging developments. While they are unfolding, it’s hard to see anything weird about them, no matter how closely you pay attention to your surroundings. In the midst of the everyday, these things may strike you as simply ordinary things, a matter of course. They might not be logical, but time has to pass before you can see if something is logical.

But for some reason or other Curwen did not care for society. Whilst never actually rebuffing a visitor, he always reared such a wall of reserve that few could think of anything to say to him which would not sound inane. There seemed to lurk in his bearing some cryptic, sardonic arrogance, as if he had come to find all human beings dull through having moved among stranger and more potent entities.

He laughed for a brief second and looked around to check if nobody was there and then asked me, “You really want to know?”“Yes, I do” I replied. Everything about him was so interesting and mysterious that I wanted to know more.“Then come closer” He requested.As I went close to him, he whispered in my ear, “My connection to other dimension appears as madness to them. I see what they cannot see. I feel what they cannot feel. Don’t share with them they won’t believe you” He replied with a wink.

The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.“Well,” said Jack at last. “What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?”“Yes!” whispered all the children.“Let’s!

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.

When we talk about a mysterious temple covered with fog in the forest, we should know that the mysterious thing is actually our mind, not the temple!

Listen to me, I'm not hiding it—I'm swimming out to meet the boatscoming armed up the river& I wish he were watchingthrough a lead-black fog.I had his book of exits learned by heart.I thought I knew it.