Quotes About Mystery

Of all the blessings bestowed on man, the greatest lies in the fact that God's face is forever hidden from him

One prays for life , life means free choice and freedom is mystery . If one knew the truth how could there be freedom

The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done.

U mraku vidim kako ti o?i sjaju, a kad nam se lica dotaknu i tvoj dah ukrsti sa mojim, ja osetim sve godine naše ljubavi sažete u jedan jedini tren, i znam samo da postojimo ti i ja, ali pretopljeni na silnoj vatri naše duge, tajne i tajanstvene ljubavi, i pomešani nerazdvojno, zauvek. -

Život je neshvatljivo ?udo, jer se neprestano troši i osipa, a ipak traje i stoji ?vrtso- kao na Drini ?uprija.

?im po?ne da zri leto, neka snaga, za koju ne znam da li dolazi iz mene ili iz svetova oko mene, digne me kao vlaga klicu put svetlosti, i ja putujem, vozim se, plovim, letim. Drugim re?ima, sre?an sam, jer ne bih mogao kazati gde sam.

Pou?en svojim dugim iskustvom, ja znam da ona spava u mojoj senci kao u ?udesnom logu iz kog ustaje i javlja mi se neredovno i neo?ekivano, po zakonima kojima je teško uhvatiti kraj. ?udljivo i nepredvidljivo, kako se samo može o?ekivati od stvorenja koje je i žena i avet. I potpuno isto kao sa ženom od krvi i mesa, i sa njom dolaze na mahove u moj život sumnja i nemir i tuga, bez leka i objašnjenja.

Zašto je put do žene tako vijugav i tajan i zašto on sa svojom slavom i snagom ne može da ga pre?e, a prelaze ga svi gori od njega? Svi, samo, on u silnoj i smiješnoj starosti, cijeli svoj vijek pruža ruke kao u snu. Što žene traže?

We create forms, like a second order of nature, we arrest youth, retain a glance which in nature would have changed or vanished a moment later, we seize and separate lightning movements which no one would ever have seen and we leave them, with all their mysterious meaning, to the eyes of future generations.

I jos jednom se javi misao s kojom je sto puta zaspao,nejasna,nikada do kraja domisljena, a uvredljiva i jadna misao: zasto je put do zene tako vijugav i tajan,i zasto on sa svojom slavom i snagom ne moze da ga predje, a prelaze ga svi gori od njega? Svi,samo on, u silnoj i smijesnoj strasti, cio svoj vijek pruza ruke kao u snu. Sta zene traze?

I do not fear invisible worlds.

Things only ferment and fester in the dark.

Let me tell you the meaning of the sacred and alluring garden that blooms in the heart of the desert and produces the food of life. The garden for which you are currently heading is nowhere and everywhere except in the camps. It is another name for the only place where you belong, Michaels, where you do not feel homeless. It is off every map, no road leads to it that is merely a road, and only you know the way.

All of which makes up a story I do not choose to tell. I choose not to tell it because to no one, not even to you, do I own proof that I am a substantial being with a substantial history in the world.

Dead people are infinities of maybes.

It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel. Hmm. He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.

Man. God. Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

Why are you always smiling? What do you know?

Who's with her? Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster. Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. I see. When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.

Tell him I took the cat

At least this time, with this murder, she knew he had an alibi. At the time Cicely Towers was having her throat slashed, Roarke had been fucking the hell out of the investigating officer.

I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself.

Where's the hooch—for Dickhead?" "Fourth-floor gift room." She stared at him for ten silent seconds. "We have a gift room?" On a half laugh, he shook his head. "One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower." "Okay." Since she wasn't completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator.