Quotes About Mystery

I sell Damascus steel, folded and intricate, dug up from the earth, practically useless, desirable only to lovers of the arcane, the beautiful, the old. No

I think this is very strange --" "All things are strange which are worth knowing (...).

Shadow Physicks are fearfully complicated. A. Amblygonite has no idea.

The kind of smile that has kept a froggy, dark sort of surprise in its back pocket, and won't spoil it too soon.

And you will arrive under a soldier's black mantle With your fearful greenish candle And will not show your face to me. But the riddle cannot torment me for long: Whose hand is here, under that white glove Who sent this wanderer, who comes in darkness?

like a man in black, she would find all this so much easier. "Ivan, you do not understand us. A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.

Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.

Beyond the Mountains of the Moon, around the curve of the earth, my shadow streched, and within me scratched and crawled small living things, I was sand and rock. My innards were crusted with gems. My heart was molten.

her footsteps on the stairs. I was expecting

The only secret society I know of that spanned Mormons, Catholics, CIA, Jesuits, and Masons was the Order of the Rose.

The worm was yet to come - to say nothing of the thirty thousand bicycles.

Was she hitting on him? He

I hate clowns. You can't see what they're thinking.

After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.

All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.

Ik sta op de rand der wereld en roep: 'Waar zijt Gij?' De echo antwoordt: 'Zijt gij? Gij?

Ik heb intussen het 3e Hoofdstuk voltooid, vol verguldsel, paars licht, Eeeuwig onvervulde liefdesverlangens, Jongens op bromfietsen, motregen en met oude canapé kleden behangen grotten. Het leven is veel groter dan ik het ooit zou kunnen beschrijven. En God is gek op me.

Uit het kafee gekomen, zagen we dat de Maan er weer prima bijstond Zo lief, zo rood, zo vol, maar ook zo laag: een kwestie van een trapleer of op iemands schouder staan, meer niet.

La pluralità dei dettagli dell'esistenza diventa un mistero nel momento in cui la curiosità ne allarga i confini naturali.

She filled herself entirely with the molten dark.

The union of those who are destined to help each other on the way to God is deep and mysterious like nothing else on earth.

Into this threefold prayer the praying woman includes the mysteries of her own motherhood, that through the mystery of the Mother of all mothers they may be uplifted. The earthly mother also has received her child from God; as his gift she has carried it and given it birth. Like Mary, she has presented it to God in the temple, and like her she has found it again in the temple.

Authors are far closer to the truths enfolded in mystery than ordinary people, because of that very audacity of imagination which irritates their plodding critics. As only those who dare to make mistakes succeed greatly, only those who shake free the wings of their imagination brush, once in a way, the secrets of the great pale world. If such writers go wrong, it is not for the mere brains to tell them so