Quotes About Mystery

Delivered helpless and amazed From the womb of the All, I am waiting dazed For memory to be erased. Then I shall know the Elysium That lies outside the monstrous womb Of time from out of which I come.

So I lay on your breast for an obscure hour Feeling your fingers go Like a rhythmic breeze Over my hair, and tracing my brows, Till I knew you not from a little wind:  Ã¢â'¬â€ I wonder now if God allows Us only one moment of his keys. If only then You could have unlocked the moon on the night, And I baptized myself in the light Of your love; we both have entered then the white Pure passion, and never again.

His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave

Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.

There was a certain pathos. The wood still had some of the mystery of wild, old England; but Sir Geoffrey's cuttings during the war had given it a blow. How still the trees were, with their crinkly, innumerable twigs against the sky, and their grey, obstinate trunks rising from the brown bracken! How safely the birds flitted among them! And once there had been deer, and archers, and monks padding along on asses. The place remembered, still remembered.

There was a glimmer of nightly rabbits across the ground.

She was so reserved, he felt she had much to reserve.

We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

We must start from what seems a be a nullity, the unknowable, the inexpressible, the creative mystery wherein we are established. We cannot become more exact than this without introducing falsehood.

There was something northern about him that magnetised her.

She was gone, she was not, and she was born: a woman.

They all began to guess.

remote, virgin look of modern girls, sisters

When did one come to an end? In which direction was it finished? There was no end, no finish, only this roaring vast space. Did one never get old, never die? That was the clue.

o uniune cu adev?rat perfect? este aceea în care fiecare accept? faptul c? în cel?lalt exist? mari spaÈ›ii necunoscute.

Oh yeah, and Spader was hanging out with a penguin -Bobby Pendragon

who can express the state of having already attained the ineffable?

You must remember that here in Norway we are used to that sort of thing. There are witches everywhere.

appeared on their backs. Then Kirsty and Rachel noticed that the

Then they all heard the town clock chime. The goblin put his head to one side as if he was counting. The clock chimed twelve times, and then the goblin giggled. "Twelve o'clock," he said, rubbing his hands together with glee.

goblin's eyes widened with excitement. "Ooh! I feel just like

surrounded by a ring of stones.

It was Jack Frost!

Surprised, Kirsty peered at the conveyor