Quotes About Mystery

There is no human being on earth who is capable of declaring who he is, with certainty. No one knows what he has come to this world to do, to what his acts, feelings, ideas correspond, or what his real name is, his imperishable Name in the registry of Light.

Chance is the modern word for Holy Spirit.

Il appartenait sans aucun doute à cette lignée idéales de chenapans que la Providence institua, dès l'origine, pour l'équilibre des Séraphins.

The day of death ... is one of the five mysteries, the key of which God holds in his own hands.

Es necesario amarlo todo, incluso lo más repugnante. El amor es lo más arduo, lo más cruel. En eso radica el misterio: lo más repugnante se diluye en el amor con mayor facilidad que lo que resulta desagradable solo a medias

the history of ethics and aesthetics,—all these and many other matters remain obscure.

The Shadow-maker shapes forever.

And if with prayer and praise they heart is filled, Its fever cooled, its stormy passions stilled, If thou dost catch faint glimpses of that shore Where sorrow dies, and parting is no more, And thou canst almost solve death's mystery, O, then, God's handmaid, Beauty, dwells with thee!

Guess what I am doing?? Tee hehe.

The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light has not faded. But between us and It, there is a veil which is more like fifty feet of solid concrete. Deus absconditus. Or we have absconded.

You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.

The library knows its own mind," old Master Hyrrokkin told him, leading him back up the secret stairs. "When it steals a boy, we let it keep him.

something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.

Be a Samurai. Because you just never know what's behind the freaking sky.

Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn't she be that cat?

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?" Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

My tiny scary friend is coming

She tasted of fairytales

I don't believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

What's my problem? I have so many, but violent tendencies and probable demonic origins are the ones that should concern you.

Love was love. But she hoped that he was not a dragon.