Quotes About Mystery

Without seeking to comprehend the incomprehensible, he gazed upon it. He did not study God; he was dazzled by Him.

A moment later he was in his garden, walking, meditating, contemplating, his heart and soul wholly absorbed in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the eyes which remain open.

For there are things that make the dead open their eyes in their graves.

Le ciel était absolument noir, il n'y avait plus d'étoiles, mais évidemment il en voyait une.

Death belongs only to God. What right have men to lay hands on a thing so unknown?

Alas! What are all these lives driven willy-nilly? Where are they going? Why are they like this? He who knows the answer to that, sees the darkness as a whole. He is alone. His name is God.

In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the mystery of tongues. To paint with words, which contains figures one knows not how or why, is the primitive foundation of all human languages, what may be called their granite.

How do we know that the creation of worlds is not determined by the fall of grains of sand?

It is a terrible thing to interrogate the shadow. Who knows what its reply will be?

why comes there an hour when we leave this azure, and why does life continue afterwards?

God is behind all things, but all things conceal God. Objects are black and humans are opaque. To love a person is to render them transparent

Death belongs only to God. By what right to men tamper with a thing so unknowable?

Phantoms do not wear round hats.

Come fu che le loro labbra s'incontrarono? Come avviene che l'uccello canta, che la neve si scioglie, che la rosa sboccia, che maggio dà i suoi fiori, che l'alba imbianca dietro gli alberi neri le cime frementi delle colline? Un bacio, e fu tutto.

The Unknown is an ocean. What is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown.

flaps and buttons. She concealed her gray hair

God was as visible in this affair as was Jean Valjean. God has his instruments. He makes use of the tool which he wills. He is not responsible to men.

plunged into chance,--that is to say, swallowed up in Providence

This is a leviathan I am about to ship out to sea...

aware of her beauty and ignorant of her love. Coquettish

Qué pasa con las almas de esos seres que acaban de dejar el seno de Dios cuando se encuentran así desde que nacen pequeñas y desnudas entre los hombres?

Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all languishing with the stormy electricities of passion.

O nosso coração é tão vacilante e a vida humana um tal mistério, que mesmo num assassinato cívico, num assassinato libertador, se os há, o remorso de ter ferido um homem excede o prazer de ter sido útil ao género humano.

We have only to look at some men to distrust them, for we feel the darkness of their souls in two ways. They are restless as to what is behind them, and threatening as to what is before them. They are full of mystery. We can no more answer for what they have done, than for what they will do. The shadow in their looks denounces them. If we hear them utter a word, or see them make a gesture, we catch glimpses of guilty secrets in their past, and dark mysteries in their future.