Quotes About Mystery

O love, fled me - or do telepathies cross sympathetically in the night?

The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.

and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery.

It reminds me of a remark Lucien [Carr] once made to me: He said You never seem to give yourself away completely, but of course dark-haired people are so mysterious.

I don't know

Tonight while walking on the waterfront in the angelic streets I suddenly wanted to tell you how wonderful I think you are. Please don't dislike me. What is the mystery of the world? Nobody knows they're angels.

There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universes more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication, in fact if I were to go on you'd be scared and couldn't comprehend and you'd despair so much you'd drop dead,' that's what he just about said in one of those sutras----

the stars are fixed in rooftops like ink.

the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise

The Chinese call it woo The French les brumes The British Fog L A Smog Heaven Cellar Door

My philosophy is that you can't explain the world. It's too big and it's too crazy and sometimes it's funny and most of the time it's... strange.

I wanted to know what 'IT' meant. 'Ah well' - Dean laughed - 'now you're asking me impon-de-rables - ahem!

All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed!

the waves—the woods are dreaming

Port Allen – onde o rio é todo chuva e rosas sob uma escuridão nebulosa e insignificante, onde entramos numa estrada sinuosa sob a luminosidade amarelada da neblina, e, de repente, numa volta, vislumbramos o viscoso vulto volátil escoando suas águas sob a ponte e cruzamos outra vez a eternidade.

It was the myth of the rainy night.

The tremendous secrecy of alleys between houses

Curvas lindas em forma de pêra moldam a pele de seu rosto, que tem pestanas compridas e tristes, e uma resignação de Virgem Maria, e uma compleição cor de café e textura de pêssego e olhos de um mistério impressionante com uma falta de expressão de profundidade rasteira, meio desdém meio um lamento de dor pesaroso.

Where the stars nodded on trees

there was a most beautiful small lake unknown to the eyes of most men in this world

If you drop a rose in the Hudson River at its mysterious source in the Adirondacks, think of all the places it journeys by as it goes out to sea forever—think of that wonderful Hudson Valley.