Quotes About Enigma

Socrates. The whole Socratic problematics of 'to know' (to think you know, to know that you do not know, to know that it is possible to know or that it is possible to try to know, etc.), on which ultimately depends the way we choose our lives, seemed to Dragomir to be the supreme enigma of philosophy, and the thing to which it was worth dedicating your life.

Pentru mine, ca b?rbat, femeia e stranie ?i str?in? (atât de stranie încât sfâr?e?te prin a deveni "mister")

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her. It seems that it has no word or other traveler, no other secret sign.

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her.

Why do two people fall in love? It's a mystery.

Huh. Redheads. What is it about redheads?

He seemed to have a story no one had bothered to discover

She resembled a rainbow and the pot of gold; rarely observed and never discovered.

I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

No sneak previews. Except this one. You'll see me again soon. When the Pandora box opens.-River, Doctor Who

Mr Kline," the voice said. "Would you mind putting Mlinko on?" "Mlinko seems to be dead," said Kline. "Appears or is?" "Both," said Kline

Elohim worked in mysterious ways.

That's not important,' he said, and when Detective Wilson said that, I was sure he didn't know the answer, 'not important' being just one of the things we call that which we don't know.

I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities.

He was standing back in the living room, and he just had this look. He had on a tan suit, with these hazel eyes, shaggy blond hair. Very good-looking. Very well dressed. He could do this thing with his eyes. All of a sudden they were like stars - this twinkle there, this spark. I still remember that look. 'What is this?' I said to myself. 'What is this?

The thrill of the uncanny lies in the piquancy of oxymoron.

A man should be a mystery to his fellow man, and not because he wants to be, but because he can't be anything else.

Dissect him how I may, then, I but go skin deep. I know him not, and never will. But if I know not even the tail of this whale, how understand his head? much more, how comprehend his face, when face he has none?

For all these reasons, then, any way you may look at it, you must needs conclude that the great Leviathan is that one creature in the world which must remain unpainted to the last. True, one portrait may hit the mark much nearer than another, but none can hit it with any very considerable degree of exactness. So there is no earthly way of finding out precisely what the whale really looks like.

And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

The great Leviathan is that one creature in the world which must remain unpainted to the last.

where at times, by some infernal trick of legerdemain

Dissect him how I may, then, I but go skin deep; I know him not, and never will. But if I know not even the tail of this whale, how understand his head? much more, how comprehend his face, when face he has none? Thou shalt see my back parts, my tail, he seems to say, but my face shall not be seen. But I cannot completely make out his back parts; and hint what he will about his face, I say again he has no face.

Carol was like a secret spreading through her.