Quotes About Enigma

strangely at his companions as the full

Life is Magic....whether we realize it or not

la solución a todo problema es siempre otro problema.

I don't know who the hell Paul Lynde is, or why he's funny, and I prefer it to be a mystery to me.

Im being haunted by midgets. Heavy, determined, club wieldind midgets

When you get right down to it, we don't ever want to know one another too well. We want there to be that mystery. Where there's mystery, there's hope.

There's too much of him that favors the darkness.

He was such an enigma, really - fierce and strong and weak and cruel. An incomparable friend and a son of a bitch. In the end, there wasn't one thing about him that was truer than the rest. It was all true.

His brogue tipped the ends of his sentences up expectantly. I always thought he was about to say something more, but then he didn't. Jock

They were both beautiful and interesting, full of deep water, as the Kips would say. And

He said he had a message to deliver, contents unknown.

Os seus olhos parecem lua, que se mostra, que se esconde, que vai e volta. Ela sofre da doença da lua. A lua esta dentro dela. A lua é mesmo ela.

Fantaseamos lo que no entendemos...Las situaciones que menos se comprenden excitan el inconsciente

What is life? 'Tis but a madness.

de curiosos están los camposantos llenos

for who can speak of the Mazes of the Serpent to those who are not lost in them?

It feels quite cool, in a mad way, to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.

Woman, especially her sexuality, provides the object of endless commentary , description, supposition. But the result of all the telling only deepens the enigma and makes woman's erotic force something that male storytelling can never quite explain or contain.

Evincing the infinite— the size of your palm— what it holds is beyond you, curious, at hand.

I like poems that are little games.

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.

I find it strangely comforting that walking the path of Christian faith means being confronted moment by moment with what is counterintuitive and ultimately beyond my comprehension to understand or articulate. In an unexpected way, God becomes more real to me, not less.

How they hell does it do that?

Everybody vanishes apart from us. Why? What's different about us three?