Quotes About Mystery

Specks of universe in my soul, flurries of God in my head. Heart ticks away, doing its job— whispering poetry all the while. Enlightenment flickers subtly from old gray half-burnt wicks.

Our soules, (which to advance their state, Were gone out,) hung 'twixt her, and mee.... When love, with one another so Interinanimates two soules.... Loves mysteries in soules doe grow, But yet the body is his booke....

It were vain for me to endeavor to interrupt the Silence. She cannot be done into English. For six thousand years men have translated her with what fidelity belonged to each, and still she is little better than a sealed book. A man may run on confidently for a time, thinking he has her under his thumb, and shall one day exhaust her, but he too must at last be silent...

The Arctic expresses the sum total of all wisdom. Silence. Nothing but silence...

Keep smiling — it makes people wonder what you've been up to.

Is a smile a question? Or is it the answer?

In his first note on the case, Dulles had written: "I had met Olson on several occasions. He was the last person I expected to commit suicide. This was the makings of a serious problem.

Religions sprang up among men to deal with the sometimes terrifying aspects of existence, to make sense out of the senseless, to explain things we find inexplicable

Walls shift as the day's warmth rushes out and coolness from the garden flows in to take its place. Couches exhale. In the attic, objects made of suede and velvet stir. Forgotten horsehair mattresses sigh and wonder. Something flutters.

Your perfume. . .' His tone held a faint hint of surprise. 'I'd somehow expected you to wear something more. . .sultry. I don't recognize this fragrance.' 'It's new," Courtenay said tersely. 'It's called Get Lost. You've probably never encountered it before.

Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery.

City of Bright Moonlight.

Indian summer is like a woman.

Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.

Diante dos juazeiros, Fabiano apressou-se. Sabia lá se a alma de Baleia andava por ali, fazendo visagem?

Perfect humanity will show itself in the way we shall worship at the throne of God and the Lamb. The mystery shall remain an endless source of praise.

You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.

No, the problem at Göbekli Tepe is the pristine, sudden appearance, like Athena springing full-grown and fully armed from the brow of Zeus, of what appears to be an already seasoned civilization so accomplished that it "invents" both agriculture and monumental architecture at the apparent moment of its birth.

We truly are a species with amnesia. We have forgotten a very important part of our story.

Graham Hancock

At six thousand or more years older than the stone circles of Stonehenge, the megaliths of Göbekli Tepe, like the deeply buried megaliths of Gunung Padang, mean that the timeline of history taught in our schools and universities for the best part of the last hundred years can no longer stand. It is beginning to look as though civilization, as I argued in my controversial 1995 bestseller Fingerprints of the Gods, is indeed much older and much more mysterious than we thought.

What really lies beneath our feet at each moment is not a usefulness, but an inaccessible netherworld that we can use because it is there. It is the Empire of the Capital X.

She couldn't see him, but his voice was like light through a stained-glass window in a cathedral.