Beauty is necessarily shrouded in mystery--which is part…

Beauty is necessarily shrouded in mystery--which is part of its splendor

— Anonymous

I like places that are shrouded in mystery.

— Nick Mohammed

I had no idea what time I’d left, how I’d gotten home, who’d been up here, and how long he, she, or they had…

— Heather King

Nicholas Parsons' time at the University of Glasgow seems to be absolutely shrouded in mystery.

— Derek Nimmo

The Palio is shrouded in mystery and secrecy, and the players can't discuss their devious schemes.

— Cosima Spender

And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from…

— Alexander Smith

Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new…

— Hilda Doolittle

The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren,…

— Henry Beston

The great end of prudence is to give cheerfulness to those hours which splendour cannot gild, and acclamation cannot exhilarate; those soft intervals of…

— Samuel Johnson

Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of…

— Walter Pater

Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched…

— Dorothy Dunnett

At a time when it's possible for thirty people to stand on the top of Everest in one day, Antarctica still remains a remote,…

— David Attenborough

“She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to comfort her soul.”

— Leila Hussein

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full…

— Heinrich Heine

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley