Quotes About Mystery

We are one knot in a great web of being, building out of the vast past and (with luck) continuing billions of years into the future, until the sun dies, the last of its energy reaches Earth, and our local light goes out. The most appropriate response to the world is to realize, with awe, the ferocious mystery of being alive in it. And act accordingly. The worst thing anyone should be able to say about their life is also the greatest thing anyone can say: 'I tried my best.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what was seen during a moment.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

Le…feb…vre…Ah, yes. You purse your lips as though you were going to kiss some lucky gentleman. Lefebvre.

Sometimes I even close my eyes to see more darkness. I know the stars are there in their place, as a witness to me of heaven. And I can see why darkness is so necessary The darkness is necessary, the darkness of faith is necessary, for God's light is too great. It wounds.

men, incapable of liberty-who cannot stand the terror of the sacred that manifests itself before their open eyes-must turn to mystery, must hide...the...truth.

Giulia was a mistress of the art of making philters...she knew herbs and the power of talismans; she could even bring about the death of anyone she chose by uttering terrible incantations.

Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and beauty of the world. And it's breathtaking.

There are frontiers where we are learning, and our desire for knowledge burns. They are in the most minute reaches of the fabric of space, at the origins of the cosmos, in the nature of time, in the phenomenon of black holes, and in the workings of our own thought processes. Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and the beauty of the world. And it's breathtaking.

It is like the point where the rainbow touches the forest. We think that we can see it—but if we go to look for it, it isn't there.

What are we, in this boundless and glowing world?

Within the immense ocean of galaxies and stars we are in a remote corner; amidst the infinite arabesques of forms which constitute reality we are merely a flourish among innumerably many such flourishes.

Time is information we don't have. Time is our ignorance.

Time is our ignorance.

The mystery of time has always troubled us, stirring deep emotions. So deep as to have nourished philosophies and religions.

The world is strange, but simple

Nuestro saber es demasiado débil para no aceptar vivir en el misterio. Y precisamente porque el misterio existe, y porque es tan profundo, no podemos confiar en quien declara poseer la llave de este misterio. Aceptar la incertidumbre y la novedad de un pensamiento que busca nuevos caminos conlleva nuevos riesgos.

Richard Feynman, who more than anyone has known how to juggle with the theory, has written: "I think I can state that nobody really understands quantum mechanics.

To accept uncertainty doesn't detract from our sense of mystery.