{"quotes":[{"text":"All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.","author":"Jean Cocteau","tags":["good","mysterious","feelings "],"id":2328,"author_id":"Jean+Cocteau"},{"text":"Human psychology is the most mysterious thing in the world.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["fact","human","humans","mind","mind-power","most","mysterious","mystery","psychiatry","psychological","psychology","thing","wisdom","wise-words","world"],"id":10371,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"Quiet people always know more than they seem. Although very normal, their inner world is by default fronted mysterious and therefore assumed weird. Never underestimate the social awareness and sense of reality in a quiet person; they are some of the most observant, absorbent persons of all.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["absorbent","ambivert","assumption","awareness","bias","cool","crazy","culture","discernment","down-to-earth","extrovert","friendly","intelligent","introversion","introvert","judgment","knowledge","learned","loner","misunderstood","mysterious","normal","observation","odd","prejudgment","prudence","psychology","quiet-people","reality","reflection","shy","silence","social","social-awareness","strange","thinking","underestimated","understanding","weird","wisdom"],"id":17374,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...Dead silence.Literally dead.","author":"Simona Panova","tags":["anguish","appalling","appealing","atmosphere","atmospheric","calm","calmness","dead","death","goth","gothic","gothic-romance","literal","literally","loud","mysterious","mystery","noise","noiseless","onimous","pain","painful","quiet","romance","romantic","serene","silence","silent","sinister","suspense","tranquil","unbroken","yell","young-adult"],"id":23410,"author_id":"Simona+Panova"},{"text":"What was glimpsed in Aquarius—what was envisioned, believed in, prophesied, predicted, doubted, and forewarned—is made, in Pisces, manifest. Those solitary visions that, but a month ago, belonged only to the dreamer, will now acquire the form and substance of the real. We were of our own making, and we shall be our own end.And after Pisces? Out of the womb, the bloody birth. We do not follow: we cannot cross from last to first. Aries will not admit a collective point of view, and Taurus will not relinquish the subjective. Gemini's code is an exclusive one. Cancer seeks a source, Leo, a purpose, and Virgo, a design; but these are projects undertaken singly. Only in the zodiac's second act will we begin to show ourselves: in Libra, as a notion, in Scorpio, as a quality, and in Sagittarius, as a voice. In Capricorn we will gain memory, and in Aquarius, vision; it is only in Pisces, the last and oldest of the zodiacal signs, that we acquire a kind of selfhood, something whole. But the doubled fish of Pisces, that mirrored womb of self and self-awareness, is an ourobouros of mind—both the will of fate, and the fated will—and the house of self-undoing is a prison built by prisoners, airless, door-less, and mortared from within. These alterations come upon us irrevocably, as the hands of the clock-face come upon the hour.","author":"Eleanor Catton","tags":["astrology","eleanor-catton","fate","great-passage","great-writing","mysterious","omniscient","the-house-of-self-undoing","the-luminaries"],"id":25770,"author_id":"Eleanor+Catton"},{"text":"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.","author":"Enid Blyton","tags":["children","enchanting","haze","island","june","mysterious","nature","secret","willows"],"id":40031,"author_id":"Enid+Blyton"},{"text":"Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.","author":"John Fowles","tags":["forever","fun","game","games","girl","island","locked","locked-up","mysterious","mystery","think"],"id":41056,"author_id":"John+Fowles"},{"text":"This book is so interesting. I always wonder what's going to happen next.","author":"Neal Shusterman","tags":["fiction","interesting","mysterious"],"id":46319,"author_id":"Neal+Shusterman"},{"text":"As they gently lowered it into the earth, all stared silently at the coffin but one: a young woman of twenty-five who glanced absentmindedly into the distance where an unknown figure stood – watching, waiting, his face buried in the shadow of his hat. Whether by intuition or paranoia she could not tell, but the presence of the man troubled her and her eyes were fixed on his motionless body and would not stir. Tourists rarely came to a town as small and uneventful as theirs, let alone to visit a funeral where they did not introduce themselves and only beheld the spectacle from afar.","author":"Renate Linnenkoper","tags":["fantasy-romance","foreboding","funeral","mysterious","opening-paragraph","suspense"],"id":53480,"author_id":"Renate+Linnenkoper"},{"text":"For the first time his senses began to register the exotic, heady atmosphere of Mumbai...The odors most insistently demanded his attention. There were layers upon layers of them, all present at once but individually distinct. They shifted in strength and character with the ocean breeze that blew soft, irregular gusts across his face. First came the sharp tang of engine fuel mingled with an even more acrid burning smell, as though something unnatural had been set alight to blanket the city with a smoldering stench. A shift in the air's direction brought a fresher aroma of salt and brine floating in from the sea. It gave way to the hot smell of spices frying in oil, which in turn incongruously merged with the subtle reek of garbage.","author":"Kathryn Guare","tags":["atmospheric","descriptive-prose","india","mysterious"],"id":53619,"author_id":"Kathryn+Guare"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":89,"pages":9,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}