Quotes About Mystery

Pronto dejará de estar cerca de mí. No lo veré nunca más. No lo oiré nunca más. Yo, como todos aquellos que me han precedido, obtendré al fin la respuesta a la pregunta: ¿existe un lugar al que todos vamos a parar?

Omne ignotum pro terribili. ?? ?? ??? ????? ??? ??? ????. - ????? ??????.

Song ch?ng ph?i lúc nào c?ng v?n có m?t chi ti?t mà ta không bi?t v? ng??i ta yêu hay sao? Và ch?ng ph?i chính cái ?i?u không bi?t ?ó l?i khi?n cho tình yêu tr? nên b?n b? ??

La vida transcurre a velocidades y ritmos disímiles. Por largos periodos avanza con lentitud y de súbito, en lapsos cortísimos, suceden eventos frenéticos y radicales que la trastornan hasta dejarla irreconocible. Cómo y por qué entra uno a esos ríos caóticos y furiosos es un misterio. Nos quejamos de la grisura de la cotidianeidad, pero con frecuencia es nuestra tabla de salvación. Una existencia sin orden termina por apabullarnos.

De los demás maraqueados durante el convivio, nada. Nadita. Humo, fantasmas. Unas decenas más a las listas de los desaparecidos anónimos. Ni una mención a la masacre en el ejido La Providencia. Morirse en Narcolandia representaba un one way ticket a la Dimensión Desconocida.

Genius is the true mystery, and at its edge--the abyss.

Everything in our universe is ciphered and to know the cipher is to know the thing—and to know the thing is to command it.

Rod Serling once observed, "The greatest fear of all is fear of the unknown, which you can't share with others.

Entonces cuéntanos todo al respecto, Edith, ya que sabes tanto. Cuéntanos una historia que comience: 'Érase una vez, una virgen nerviosa que se casó con el lord fantasmal de un castillo embrujado'.

Only her master knew her true name, for in the Magic Kingdom to know a name was to own the being that carried it.

Los fantasmas existen. Es todo lo que sé. Se desvanecen, junto con el pasado, como la niebla en plena luz del día… a su paso, dejan enseñanzas simbólicas. Certezas simbólicas.

Zombie Sky. No: Zombies of the Eclipse. Zombies of the Occultation. Occult Zombies from the Planet Moon!

unable to perceive the shape of you, i find you all around me

The egg, at last, is revealed, and what is more coherent and elemental than an egg?

A H S U D A G U–W A H

Una mujer se acercó a donde yo estaba y me jaló del brazo conduciéndome hasta el fondo del bar: allí me señaló una inscripción en el muro que decía: ¨Antes de nacer estábamos exactamente aquí.¨

Vakten ga tydelig inntrykk av at han trodde damemennesket hadde hallusinasjoner eller også hadde forlest seg på Agatha Christie, men man visste jo aldri.

Alangkah misteriusnya hidup. Dan lebih misterius lagi cinta.

I could sense that there are things, incomprehensible things, which are yoked together and race along side by side like blind horses, not knowing where their course is taking them.

The ice-cold ritual baths of the Jews and Brahmins; the vigils of Buddha's disciples and of the Christian ascetics; the torments of Indian fakirs to keep from falling asleep—these are all nothing but external, crystallized rituals, which like broken columns bear witness to the seeker: "Here, very long ago, stood a mysterious temple dedicated to awakening.

Avevo tuttavia ottenuto almeno un risultato fermo: la certezza che la successione degli avvenimenti della vita di ognuno non è che una strada senza uscita, per quanto ampia e facilmente percorribile possa sembrare, e che la soluzione del nostro più intimo mistero si può trovare nelle linee appena visibili incise nel nostro essere, piuttosto che nelle rivoltanti e ovvie cicatrici lasciate dalla raspa della vita esteriore.

It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the ugly scar that life's rasp leaves on us, but the fine, almost invisible writing that is engraved on our body.

Prague does not have its name for no reason - in truth, Prague is a threshold between the life on Earth and Heaven, a threshold much thinner and narrower then in any other places…

the face before him was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was smooth, with a black strip of cloth tied over its forehead, and yet it was deeply furrowed, like the sea, that can have tall waves but not a wrinkle on the surface. The eyes were like dark chasms and yet they were the eyes of a human being and not empty sockets. The skin was a greenish olive colour and looked as if it were made of bronze...