Quotes About Mystery

Epi oinopa ponton.

There was grace and mystery in her attitude as if she were a symbol of something.

I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility

He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.

Don't you think there is a certain resemblance between the mystery of the Mass and what I am trying to do?...To give people some kind of intellectual pleasure or spiritual enjoyment by converting the bread of everyday life into something that has a permanent artistic life of its own.

Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-Donk)

He had not died but had faded out like a film in the Sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of existence for he no longer existed.

He described to me how he would whip such a boy, as if he were unfolding some elaborate mystery. He would love that, he said, better than anything in this world; and his voice, as he led me monotonously through the mystery, grew almost affectionate and seemed to plead with me that I should understand him.

Sayyessik, Ballygarry. The fourscore soculums are watchyoumaycodding to cooll the skoopgoods blooff.

How to win a woman's love. For me this. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: — Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sanktus! Amen.

There was an otherworldly quality about him, the aura of one privy to secret communiques in forgotten languages.

Those who have "died" and returned usually report being met and guided by people they know very well—even those already dead many years.

Coincidence is your Higher Power acting with anonymity.

I'm looking out at the desert and thinking of you. I don't know why.

cryptic profundity

Maybe they used drugs on you. Maybe they didn't need drugs. They have powers we don't understand.

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Penelope Balangie's tom-toms. For a minute or two I thought my magic twanger was shifting into overdrive.

A woman opened the back door. She wore a black suit and hose; her hair was black, too, pulled straight back, her skin the color of paste, her eyes dark and luminous, as though she had a fever. "I'm Emmeline.

James Lee Burke

when it comes to understanding the mysteries of creation or the fact that light can enter the eye and form an image in the brain and send a poetic tendril down the arm into a clutch of fingers that could write the Shakespearean sonnets.

The woman considered the wisest person in old New Orleans was a witch by the name of Marie LeVeau.

Night Comes to the Cumberland.

there are moments when we understand that the earth and the sky and the presences that may lie behind them are always with us.