Quotes About Mystery

Anything I need to know?' said Ruby. 'Uh huh, RULE 1: KEEP IT ZIPPED.

The first time he'd laid eyes on Renee's sister he'd been hooked. Hooked on her scent. The sound of her voice. Her prickly demeanor. Oh how he loved that she could be so bitchy. She was a woman who would brook no bullshit, though he had the feeling she hadn't always been so.

T]hat finally is the questions, that is the anguish--to abide in God's hiddenness is one thing, to abide in God's absence is altogether something else.

I cannot describe God in the same way that I cannot describe a picture I am holding millimeters from my eyes—the picture is made strange and unknowable not because it is distant but because it is so close.

Being born a human was not the first time God made Himself small so that we could have access to Him. First He shrunk Himself when He revealed the Torah at Mount Sinai. He shrunk Himself into tiny Hebrew words, man's finite language, so that we might get to Him that way. Then He shrunk Himself again, down to the size of a baby, down into manger finiteness.

Some people think my father was a spy, because of working for that government agency in Vietnam, but he can't find his car keys, much less keep a national secret.

Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can't always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.

There's something strange about this big pink bunny...

You're saying the mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood. That maybe they're bound to be too big to understand, but that doesn't take anything away from them, and in fact just adds to their beauty.

there's something strange about that giant pink rabbit …

Mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood.

OH THAT I COULD GO TO THE SKY WHERE I MIGHT FIND A CLEAR KNOWING.

I was born from nothing and to nothing I will return. And yet, when i say the word nothing, when i admit, at last, 'I am nothing,' i feel mysteriously like something again, ground zero, genesis, the pull of possibilities.

Like so much in life, being a mother is entirely undramatic, filled with small pleasures and multiple inconveniences that only over weeks and months leave marks of any significance. You look back and say, "I know things I did not know before. I love like I did not love before, but how, or when, this happened, is really all a mystery, steps in smoke.

But Dewey didn't look at him. He was looking at something downstream. He had a strange look on his face. And then Chet saw it too: a gray triangle sticking up through the water, heading right for Dewey.

Thwack! It sailed through the air and disappeared into the

Old books exert a strange fascination for me -- their smell, their feel, their history; wondering who might have owned them, how they lived, what they felt.

Things turn up in strange places all the time. For example library books, which possess a disconcerting ability to move from place to place, seemingly of their own volition.

they are suspected of dismembering and devouring the body of Amelia Earhart

The ships were mostly black—pitch black. They derived their blackness, and their ominous aura, from the tar covering the hull

Late that night, Concepción stirred with life. The captain, Quesada, lowered himself into a longboat

She turned out to be a ship filled with secrets. In 1511, Cristóbal de Haro had backed a covert Portuguese

as he termed it, terra ulterior incog.—in other words, "the land that has been hitherto unknown.

explore its murky and seductive reaches. Santiago spent two days sailing upstream