Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.
A person may be very secretive and yet have no secrets.
Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble.
I had the feeling Edward wasn't the kind of person anyone got used to.
I was anti social, but at the same time, people gravitated to that because they wanted to figure out who I was and why I was how I was.
Woman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve.
Mystery is more important than knowledge.
MRS ALLONBY Is she such a mystery? LORD ILLINGWORTH She is more than a mystery - she is a mood. MRS ALLONBY Moods don't last. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is their chief charm.
Many the wonders but nothing walks stranger than man.
Charm is the enchanted dart, light and subtle as a hummingbird. But it is deceptive in one thing: like a sense of humor, if you think you've got it, you probably haven't.
Mystery hovers over all things here below.
There is no escape from mystery. It is the character of our being.
Mystery is underrated, and understanding is overrated.
What is it about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?...The thing man wanted to invent, but never did...If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It is a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledygook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences.
There are mountains hidden in mountains. There are mountains hidden in hiddenness. This is complete understanding.
Mysterious in the light of day, nature retains her veil, despite our clamours: That which she does not willingly display cannot be wrenched from her with levers, screws and hammers.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
There's something strange about you-" she started to say. Oh, well, thanks!" he chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling at her.
A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.
I'm a blackstar. I'm a blackstar.
It was best to believe in all possibilities...there were more mysteries in the world than a man could ever hope to understand.
We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the inside.
He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.
Human beings are drawn to cats because they are all we are not — self-contained, elegant in everything they do, relaxed, assured, glad of company, yet still possessing secret lives.
You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.
