Quotes About Enigma

You always admire what you really don't understand.

The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.

It was like he'd been mildly puzzled to death.

Everything that's important goes on in the darkness, no doubt about it. We never know anyone's real inside story.

Tutto quello che è interessante accade nell'ombra, davvero. Non si sa nulla della vera storia degli uomini.

Surely you don't think that the world is a rule for measuring the universe. The are entities we never dream of floating under our very noses.

The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is.

It is not how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it exists

There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

It is now how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it (the world) exists at all.....

There are, indeed, things that are inexpressible. They show themselves. They are what is mystical.

T]he enigma of the continuum arises because language misleads us into applying to it a picture that doesn't fit. Set theory preserves the inappropriate picture of something discontinuous, but makes statements about it that contradict the picture, under the impression that it is breaking with prejudices; whereas what should really have been done is to point out that the picture just doesn't fit…

6.44 : It is not how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it exists.

Not how the world is, is the mystical, but that it is.

But what popped up was no girl.

Que mulher será essa, perguntou a si mesmo, tão bela que mete medo, tão fantasiosa que causa lástima? 

There is in God, some say, a deep but dazzling darkness.

Nothing important is completely explicable.

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

The complete, the true Mrs Whatsit, Meg realized, was beyond human understanding. What she saw was only the game Mrs Whatsit was playing; it was an amusing and charming game, a game full of both laughter and comfort, but it was only the tiniest facet of all the things Mrs Whatsit could be.

Fewmets to Mr. Jenkins, anyhow.

A man could shoot a squirrel out of a tree from a distance of sixty feet. But he couldn't vomit into a bucket or pee into a pot only two feet away. It was one of the great mysteries of life.

We think we can easily see into the hearts of others based on the flimsiest of clues. We jump at the chance to judge strangers. We would never do that to ourselves, of course. We are nuanced and complex and enigmatic. But the stranger is easy. If I can convince you of one thing in this book, let it be this: Strangers are not easy.

We are nuanced and complex and enigmatic. But the stranger is easy.