Quotes About Enigma

Life is full of strange phenomena.

The Celts certainly have it in a wonderful measure.

In mystery our soul abides.

I believe there is something else entirely going on but no single person can ever know it, so we fall in love.

Who the fuck is Old Jolene?

Stories are how we stand in the presence of mystery.

On voit que Marcel Bealu se sert des images du sommeil pour nous mettre aux prises avec le sentiment d'énigme qui est pour quelques-uns le sentiment fondamental de l'existence. (p. 594)

el menor secreto de un objeto, que vemos en la naturaleza que no es humana, toma quizás una parte más directa en el profundo enigma de nuestros fines y de nuestros orígenes que el secreto de nuestras pasiones más arrebatadoras y con sentido más complaciente estudiadas

signs of a life that we cannot explain are everywhere, vibrating by the side of the life of every day.

She was born without reason … to die; and she dies without reason….

O que constitui um enigma é a sua ligação, é o que está entre elas – é o facto de eu ver as coisas no seu devido lugar, precisamente porque elas se eclipsam umas às outras –, é o serem rivais perante o meu olhar, precisamente porque cada uma está no seu lugar.

With the first sign, a halo of the possible appears, which was not contained in the first sign and which was unforeseeable from it,

Perhaps ultimate knowledge is a knowledge-question, the interrogative mode proper to Being...Being, in other words, is the mute interlocutor of our questions, that which makes way for our interrogation and which our answers do not contain since they take the enigma away from it.

Nature is an enigmatic object, an object that is not an object at all; it is not really set out in front of us. It is our soil — not what is in front of us, facing us, but rather, that which carries us.

I know all about you from your books,' she said. 'But in spite of that you're still a riddle to me.' Have you come here to solve it?' I asked.

I was mistaken. Not because he would have hidden anything from me, but because he was a deep and shadowy well, whose bottom could not be seen easily. And not because he in particular was like that, but because people are like that in general, unfathomable as soon as we get to know them better.

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like ... robotics. Just another subject that she couldn't understand at all.

Some things just can't be explained, ever, and your brain could burst if you think about them too hard.

Because---and this was the first time I understood this--- everyone always like the best, wants the most, admires deeply, the girl who's just out of reach. The girl no one can touch, really. We don't know why we're drawn, but it's unstoppable.

He looked like he could tie a knot in a fire poker, eat it, and crap it out straight.

He shook his head, again with that smile that didn't show his teeth. It was the smile of a man who hadn't been surprised in a very long time but who felt like he was finally going to be surprised again and was enjoying it.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can't be real.

For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!