Quotes About Mystery

Still waters run deep.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.

Remember that everything has God's fingerprints on it.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star! How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!

But that is another story.

And thereby hangs a tale.

Crime seems to change character when it crosses a bridge or a tunnel. In the city, crime is taken as emblematic of class and race. In the suburbs, though, it's intimate and psychological-resistant to generalization, a mystery of the individual soul.

Things forbidden have a secret charm.

The future is hidden even from those who make it.

Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.

Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

The presidency does not yield to definition. Like the glory of a morning sunrise, it can be experienced - it can not be told.

I always read the last page of a book first, so that if I die before I finish I'll know how it turned out.

Purity is obscurity.

The ideal woman which is in every man's mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand. The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement. Remember, all Tolstoy ever said to describe Anna Karenina was that she was beautiful and could see in the dark like a cat. Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree.

Wonder is the basis of worship.

For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.

When Adam dolve, and Eve span, Who was then the gentleman?

Anxiety is the poison of human life, the parent of many sins and of more miseries.... Can it alter the cause, or unravel the mystery of human events?

At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution, once revealed, must seem to be inevitable.

Every generation is a secret society and has incommunicable enthusiasms, tastes, and interests which are a mystery both to its predecessors and to posterity.

Two or three times it occurred to Gjorg that all these men had killed, and that each had his story. But those stories were locked deep within them. It was not just chance that in the glow of the fire their mouths, and even more their jaws, looked as if they had the shape of certain antique locks.