Quotes About Mystery

Os lábios da Sabedoria estão fechados, exceto aos ouvidos do Entendimento.

Los labios de la sabiduría están cerrados, excepto para los oídos del entendimiento." El Kybalión.

We have the truth still with us. But it is not found in books, to any given extent. It has been passed along......from lip to ear. When it was written down at all, its meaning was veiled in terms of alchemy and astrology, so that only those possessing the key could read it aright.

Liquor is the kiss of the angels as well as the curse of the devil. It can conceal but also can reveal

All went there to see the emanation body.

If you knew what I wanted to do," he said, "you'd call security.

I always consider every place worth exploring once- just in case there's a thirty foot flaming sign divulging the secret of life, that no one has told me about.

A werewolf." He said the word like he was learning a foreign language and wanted to get the accent right.

When I was twelve, a fortune teller told me that my one true love would die young and leave me all alone.. Everyone said she was a fraud, that she was just making it up.. I'd really like to know why the hell a person would make up a thing like that.

Across the hall, Paul was either fucking the girl or murdering her, I couldn't tell which. I smelled mothballs. The afghan was going to have to go.

Magician, musician. Same thing. A little hocus pocus and a whole lot of faith, right?

Doug cleared his throat and said, "Bonnie Raitt once told me coincidence is God's way of staying anonymous.

I want to stumble across something on the sidewalk and pretend she dropped it: a flower petal, a scarf. And then I want to set it on fire.

Hidden secrets never stay hidden long.

Silence is not something you do. Silence is something that comes to you and that Silence is a space of wonder.

The unfairness of life is indicative of trees. I planted twenty trees on the same block. It's so fucking weird. Six became huge. One is giant. And there are some little shitty ones. Same soil. Same water. Same seed. But those little ones just don't grow. I can't explain it.

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

For some of us, Halloween is everyday.

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.

But what do you think all that shooting was about?" "It's U.S. 1," said Serge. "So it doesn't have to be about anything.

Cadillac Beach a novel TIM DORSEY

We're dealing with one of the worst kinds of killer." "What kind's that?" asked the lieutenant. "Patient.

Sand Key lighthouse. Johnny

How'd we get so drunk?" "It's a fuckin' mystery," said Rebecca, slamming a shot glass down on the table.