Quotes About Mystery

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

I see black light (his last words)

Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.

God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are black, creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render that being transparent.

Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)

There are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, a finger to his lips.

In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity come together, He too, while the olive trees trembled in the fierce breath of the Infinite, had brushed away the fearful cup that appeared before him, streaming with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star-filled depths. (pg. 236)

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.

Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?

a compliment is like a kiss through a veil.

The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable.

The terrible shock of his sentence had in some way broken that wall which separates us from the mystery of things beyond and which we call life.

So struggled beneath its anguish this unhappy soul. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom are aggregated all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity, He also, while the olive trees were shivering in the fierce breathe of the Infinite, had long put away from his hand the fearful chalice that appeared before him, dripping with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star-filled depths.

It was all over with him. Marius loved a woman. His destiny was entering upon the unknown.

Monsieur Bienvenu was simply a man who accepted these mysterious questions...and who had in his soul a deep respect for the mystery which enveloped them.

Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.

We chip away as best we can at the mysterious block of marble our lives are made of- in vain; the black vein of destiny always reappears.