Quotes About Mystery

Everything is still confused, and there is a very great deal that remains to be understood.

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.

Infinite', ultimately, is the name that we give to what we do not yet know. Nature appears to be telling us that there is nothing truly infinite.

to inquire about the ultimate foundation of everything is to ask a question that perhaps simply does not make sense.

Later on, I will delve into the mystery of this blurring, to see how it is tied to the strange initial improbability of the universe. For now, I will end with the mind-boggling fact that entropy, as Boltzmann fully understood, is nothing other than the number of microscopic states that our blurred vision of the world fails to distinguish.

Nel mare immenso di galassie e di stelle, siamo un infinitesimo angolo sperduto; fra gli arabeschi infiniti di forme che compongono il reale, noi non siamo che un ghirigoro fra tanti

The nature of time is perhaps the greatest remaining mystery. Curious threads connect it to those other great open mysteries: the nature of mind, the origin of the universe, the fate of black holes, the very functioning of life on Earth. Something essential continues to draw us back to the nature of time.

Because science shows us how to better understand the world, but it also reveals to us just how vast is the extent of what is still not known. The

There is no ultimate or mysterious essence to understand that is the true essence of our being.

Life on Earth gives only a small taste of what can happen in the universe. Our very soul itself is only one such small example.

The only truly infinite thing is our ignorance.

In the big picture of contemporary science, there are many things that we do not understand, and one of the things that we understand least about is ourselves.

It is hardly surprising that there are more things in heaven and earth, dear reader, than have been dreamed of in our philosophy—or in our physics.

Qui, sul bordo di quello che sappiamo, a contatto con l'oceano di quanto non sappiamo, brillano il mistero del mondo, la bellezza del mondo, e ci lasciano senza fiato.

Nobody knows who I am or what I do. Not even I. Don Juan Matus

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

Besides, as Mark Twain once said, "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

La puerta cedió suavemente y entonces supe el secreto del jardín cerrado: solo se abría para los que deseaban ardientemente entrar y tenían la esperanza de conseguirlo.

Eight: the age of exploration, of ghosts and secret forays; the age at which a mystery lurks behind every curtain and every armoire opens into a magical world, which you may enter at any time, but who knows when you will return.

The curtains stir. There you are on the bed, like a gift. Like a touchable dream.

The waning crescent Moon and her Goddess rose in the inky midnight sky.. ?

But when you slink around without a stitch of clothes, wielding that nasty-looking knife, aren't you afraid you might miss your target and lop off something else by mistake?" If he didn't know better, he would swear Calera was trying to make amends for biting his head off. Ah, the woman mystified him. She could change moods like the wind switching direction. "A while ago, I had the impression you preferred that I lop something off

Who knows from the outside where death grows?

Apperance gave no clue to our identity, and neither did our behavior.