Quotes About Mystery

There's just so little mystery left in music or film. It was all that was magical to me as a child.

There is a pinciple in the heart of music which has yet to be discovered.

They say that the eyes of some paintings can follow you around the room, a fact that I doubt, but I am wondering whether some music can follow you for ever.

I was looking for the people who were making the music inside the cabinet. I would look in there and see if I could find somebody who was making all this wonderful music.

Music draws from almost the identical place as art does, which really is that intangible - it's like you're pulling from the ether. I don't know where it comes from.

Music looks very formidable to people outside of it and it looks like it's this realm of spooky genius.

What happens when the music stops? Where does it go?

Music remains the most strange of the materials because we don't understand what happens when music moves you.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

Apart from a very close circle of friends, few people know my true self, and it's normal, I never put it into my music.

In nature, everything has a job. The job of the fog is to beautify further the existing beauties!

I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.

I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful - an endless prospect of magic and wonder.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

To understand water is to understand the cosmos, the marvels of nature, and life itself.

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.

All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

The marsh, to him who enters it in a receptive mood, holds, besides mosquitoes and stagnation, melody, the mystery of unknown waters, and the sweetness of Nature undisturbed by man.

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.

The wilderness holds answers to questions man has not yet learned to ask.

Magic speaks to the child in all of us. No matter how sophisticated we become, there's still a part of us who wants to believe in an alternative reality, where we can defy the laws of nature.