Quotes About Mystery

But stars can explode, disappear. Besides, what we see when we look at them may no longer be there. Some could have died thousands of years ago and we're just now getting their light. Old information looking like news.

I didn't even know his name. And if I didn't know his name then there is nothing I did know and I have known nothing ever at all since the one thing I wanted was to know his name so how could he help but leave me since he was making love to a woman who didn't even know his name.

If writing is thinking and discovery and selection and order and meaning, it is also awe and reverence and mystery and magic....Authors arrive at text and subtext in thousands of ways, learning each time they begin anew how to recognize a valuable idea and how to reader the texture that accompanies, reveals or displays it to its best advantage.

For a long time now he knew that anything could appear to b something else, and probably was.

He relished never knowing what lay in his path, who might approach with what intention.

If writing is thinking and discovery and selection and order and meaning, it is also awe and reverence and mystery and magic.

None of them knew the downright pleasure of enchantment, of not suspecting but knowing the things behind things.

Amy dragged her eyes over Sethe's face as though she would never give out so confidential a piece of information as that to a perfect stranger.

You know as well as I do that people who die bad don't stay in the ground.

But there is nothing to beat what the City can make of a nightsky. It can empty itself of surface, and more like the ocean than the ocean itself, go deep, starless.

Nevertheless, remembering how the curate described what existed before creation, Scully saw dark matter out there, thick, unknowable, aching to made into a world.

How old are you, Freddie?" "Who knows? They made dirt in the morning and me that afternoon.

Something was scratching on the pane. Again.

Yet here, not twenty miles away from a quiet, orderly community, there were women like none he knew or ever heard tell of.

Death is a sure thing but life is just as certain. Problem is you can't know in advance.

What is time anyway but a small word for a vast and inexplicable phenomenon? What are past, present, and future but vague points on an endlessly coiling thread?

7, 1, 9, 3, 2, 4, 0. For NC.

Exodus 3:1)

Wittgenstein once said: the mystery is, why does the universe exist at all?

Clorinda fui, né sol qui spirto umano albergo in questa pianta rozza e dura, ma ciascun altro ancor, franco o pagano, che lassi i membri a piè de l'alte mura, astretto è qui da novo incanto e strano, non so s'io dica in corpo o in sepoltura.

When I left the room, Maria Thins was still standing in front of the painting.

When Gilda appeared—out of

It made me feel odd looking at that eye, like there was a world of curiosities I didn't know about: crocodiles with huge eyes and snakes with no heads and thunderbolts God threw down that turned to stone. Sometimes I got that hollowed-out feeling too when looking at a sky full of stars or into the deep water the few times I went out in a boat, and I didn't like it: it was as if the world were too strange for me ever to understand it.

Something precious is lost if we rush headlong into the details of life without pausing for a moment to pay homage to the mystery of life and the gift of another day.