Quotes About Mystery

The life of Marian Evans had much I never knew — a doom of fruit without the bloom, like the Negra fig...

Love, thieves, and fear, make ghosts.

Ghosts never appear on Christmas Eve.

The finite is the shadow of God.

Don't question God, for He may reply: "If you're so anxious for answers, come up here."

Three may keep a Secret, if two of them are dead.

A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

The mystery of history is an insoluble problem.

History is a riddle, to be solved by inference... We see the puppets dance, but the springs which move them are invisible, and must be conjectured.

Out of the deep and endless universe There came a greater Mystery, a Shape, A Something sad, inscrutable, august— One to confront the worlds and question them.

They had seen life, and done deeds, and lived romances, but they did not know it.

I still read the books to-day, but never again shall I read them with that old glory of youthful passion when I harked to the call from over and beyond that whispered me on to win to the mystery at the back of life and behind the stars.

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.

Sus pies son hermosos, sus ojos radiantes, sus brazos y sus pechos son el paraìso, su encanto supera todas las maravillas que jamàs hayan deslumbrado al hombre; y, del mismo modo que el imàn arrastra inevitablemente al metal, la mujer arrastra inevitablemente a los hombres.

what had taken vicinity in the back of the belt of river bushes.

Un fantasma è l'anima d'un morto che non sa d'essere morto.

Dogs asleep in the sun often whined and barked, but they were unable to tell what they saw that made them whine and bark. He had often wondered what it was. And that was all he was, a dog asleep in the sun.

And so we come to it—the everlasting mystery of woman. One may not be able to get along with her; yet is it patent, as of old time, that one cannot get along without her.

He came to her breathing of large airs and great spaces. The blaze of tropic suns was in his face, and in his swelling, resilient muscles was the primordial vigor of life. He was marred and scarred by that mysterious world of rough men and rougher deeds, the outposts of which began beyond her horizon.

It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.

We live along the shores of night, At the edge of the eternal sea.

Human existence is girt round with mystery: the narrow region of our experience is a small island in the midst of a boundless sea. To add to the mystery, the domain of our earthly existence is not only an island in infinite space, but also in infinite time. The past and the future are alike shrouded from us: we neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.

The world is a place of marvels

The forest of Tantrevalles shades a deep dank soil; somewhere under this mold lies the carcass of a snake which in better times used the name Visbhume; he no longer tippety-taps and moves and jerks to the rhythms of a propulsive inner music; and sometimes one wonders in cases like this: here is the dead thing; where has the music gone?