Quotes About Mystery

Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage and decision as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance.

In the end, only something endowed with mystery is worthy of love. It is impossible to love something stripped of mystery; at best it would be a thing one uses as one sees fit.

The theme, then, that will be with us throughout this study is the reciprocal relationship of God's transcendence and God's immanence;

Maximus, along with the tradition reaching from Philo to Gregory of Nyssa, says we can only know God's existence—know that he is14—not his essence, or what he is.

the mysterious character of providence, which does not stop at simply steering things "in general", but precisely pursues the individual, that which is distinguished from everything else, and dwells in the whole confusing particularity of the world.

Porque nadie puede caminar simultáneamente en todas las direcciones del amor otorgado a los santos: mientras uno investiga la altura, otro se sumerge en la profundidad y un tercero explora la anchura. Nadie puede elevarse por sí solo hasta la posición del Espíritu, del Hijo, del Padre: sólo la Iglesia como totalidad es la esposa de Cristo, y ello únicamente en la medida en que es el recipiente moldeado por Él para acoger su plenitud.

The heart of this relationship is that there is one universal presence (????????) of the cause of all that is, secretly and unrecognizably binding all things together, yet dwelling in each being in a different way; this presence holds the individual parts of the whole together, in itself and in each other, unconfused and inseparable, and allows them, through this very relationship of creative unity, to live more for each other than for themselves.81

seeks it for us, who have need of such illumination. So also the Word became flesh, not for himself, but rather to bring the mystery of the Incarnation to reality for our sakes.

Man is the creature with a mystery in his heart that is bigger than himself.

Every mystery of life has its origin in the heart.

The tragedy of man is that he has developed an intelligence eager to uncover mysteries, but not strong enough to penetrate them.

I wrote seven Myron Bolitar novels in a row, and I never want to write a Myron book where he just solves a crime. Every one of them I want to be personal, and I want him to grow and change. The problem with that is, it makes the series limited, you can't write a series where a guy is always going through some kind of crisis.

K is for "Kenghis Khan." He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

K is for "Kenghis Khan"; He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

Excessively happy people signify cult activities,' I whispered to Joey.

I once knew this guy. Went by the name ShakesSPHERE. Greatest writer who ever lived, only he never wrote anything down.

He saw the great hills heaving their dark forms into the sky, and in his soul he felt the spirit of the wilderness and the mystery of the hour.

My mother's eyes were incomprehensible; they were dark stages where dimly seen mob scenes were staged and all one ever sensed was tumult and drama, and no matter how long one waited, the lights never went up and the scene never was explained.

They call it music, but it's just this side of magic.

I can't really articulate what I feel

Jerry looked at me and then laughed. Jerry was no dunce. He knew what was on my mind. Jerry was a strange friend. He wasn't an easy one to make friends with; neither was he stuck-up. He was just—particular. I don't know why he liked me, but if I could see far enough ahead, if I could only have known what Jerry and I—but we'll get to it when we get to it. It's bad enough we can look back and remember; it would be a lot worse if we knew what was coming.

She made me love her," said Colson, "and she scared me at the same time. I was suspicious of her on account of the way her husband, Peter Gunness, died.

None of these men stayed around very long, though neither Greening nor anyone else ever witnessed their departure. Strangely, every one of them left his trunk behind.

Belle Gunness was a lady fair In Indiana State. She weighed about three hundred pounds, And that is quite some weight. That she was stronger than a man Her neighbors all did own; She butchered hogs right easily, And did it all alone. But hogs were just a sideline She indulged in now and then; Her favorite occupation Was a-butchering of men.