Quotes About Mystery

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Secretum finis Africae manus supra idolum age primum et septimum de quatuor.

Est ubi gloria nunc Babyloniae?

God is pure nothingness, touched by neither Now nor Here. The Name of The Rose

Piamonte... Acerqué la foto y leí la dedicatoria. Decía: «Porque yo soy la primera y la última. Yo soy la honrada y la odiada. Yo soy la prostituta y la santa. Sophia.»

Ora penso invece che il mondo sia un enigma benigno, che la nostra follia rende terribile perché pretende di interpretarlo secondo la propria verità. I

çünkü aynalar?n öyle bir büyüsü vard?r ki, ayna olduklar?n? bilseniz bile sizi ürkütürler.

which reminds me of a saying attributed to Arthur Rubenstein: 'Do you believe in God? No, I believe in something much greater.' The best way we can manage to imagine in trying to conceive of God is the classic night in which all cows are black.

Graecum est, non legitur," I finished his sentence, humiliated. "It is Greek to me." "Exactly;

What terrifies you most in purity, I asked? Haste, William answered. -- The Name of the Rose, Fifth Day, Nones

Gott ist ein lauter Nichts, ihn rührt kein Nun noch Hier. . . .

That was when I saw the Pendulum.

Terra incognita (???????? ???)

There are secrets that kill. But

Whenever a poet or preacher, chief or wizard spouts gibberish, the human race spends centuries deciphering the message.

Estoy persuadido de que el mundo es un enigma benigno, que nuestra locura vuelve terrible porque pretende interpretarlo con arreglo a su propia verdad.

Palladism. Then I came to Paris. Maybe they wanted to

finis Africae

We'll pass over that one . . . Anyway, I happen to know from a reliable source that those present at the signing of the contract," and here his voice fell to a whisper, "were Avvocato Riccardi and General Negri di Saint Front." "And who the hell are they?

Gott ist ein lautes Nichts, ihn rührt kein Nun noch Hier. Tanr? kocaman bir hiçtir, ne ÅŸimdi ilgilendirir onu ne de buras?.

4 El que trata de penetrar en la Rosaleda de los Filósofos sin la clave es como el hombre que pretenda caminar sin los pies. Michael Maier, Atalanta Fugiens, Oppenheim

If I could, I would begin this book by telling you what Life is. But unfortunately I do not know what Life is. The only consolation I can find is in the fact that nobody else knows either.

With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, is the greatest mystery of all.

ancestors, perhaps as friends, perhaps as foes—we do not know. Nor again do we know why they vanished, although given our species' dismal record as responsible stewards of nature, it's a decent bet that we drove them to extinction.