Quotes About Mystery

Consider me, Descended also From the Mystery.

From wonder into wonder existence opens.

It is The Vague and Elusive.Meet it and you will not see its head.Follow it and you will not see its back.

The words of truth are always paradoxical.

We look at it [Tao] and do not see it;Its name is The Invisible.We listen to it and do not hear it;Its name is The Inaudible.We touch it and do not find it;Its name is The Subtle [formless].

Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.

The good man is the teacher of the bad, And the bad is the material from which the good may learn. He who does not value the teacher, Or greatly care for the material, Is greatly deluded although he may be learned. Such is the essential mystery.

The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal Name.

Looking for me, Angel?

The window to the past opened up to her like a dragon's maw, dark and jagged, an abyss licked with fire.

She wanted to get to know them: Savage and his easy charm and gorgeous smile. Jehan, with his intriguing past and enigmatic personality.

Apparently it was very lucrative to be a vampire.

What does she look like?" Sin asked. "Like she'd look good on a mattress." Sin jammed her fists on her hips. "That tells me nothing, and aren't you mated?" "I'm also a sex demon. I didn't go blind when I took a mate.

His voice was low and rough … "What about you? Do you like bad boys?" "There's definitely appeal," she breathed. "Good," He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … "Because they don't come badder than me.

Wraith rolled his eyes. If there was anything he hated more than cryptic shit, it was fate shit.

It was as though he was pure sexual energy contained in a wrapper of smooth, bronze skin, and damn, it wasn't fair that a demon should be so cover-model handsome.

She shoved to her feet. "What the hell is that scroll? Some sort of Aegis romance novel? Underworld erotica? Screw you all.

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

Your face is a secret. Hiss, Hiss.

Asking God to take her. How does anybody even know what God is? Other than love.

Henry Moore: You need to hold questions that cannot be fully completed or lived out within the span of your lifetime.

I wasn't sure if I liked him or not, but he sure had me interested in finding out.

As far as I can see, nobody's got The Truth, The Answer, or The God.

What's the attraction, honey?' 'Ever since He raised my brother Lazarus from the grave, it's been magic between us!