Quotes About Mystery

the body was revealed to be lying wholly perfect in a liquor resembling mushroom catchup. Someone tasted the preservative and found that it tasted like 'catchup, and of the pickle of Spanish olives.

even worse, fall prey to the malicious hill-spirits who shrink cows to the size of mice and drive them away to a mysterious subterranean realm.[ 17]

Virtually nothing is known about the early life of Andrew Philip Kehoe, the man his neighbors would later dub "the world's worst demon."1 Philip Kehoe had already sired six daughters before Andrew came into the world on February 1, 1872. As the first son, Andrew occupied a special place in the family: the "long sought" male heir who was both "enthroned" by his parents and burdened with the highest expectations of a proud, stern, and demanding father.2

And though it be not so in the physical, yet in moral science that which cannot be understood is not always profitless. For the soul awakes, a trembling stranger, between two dim eternities,—the eternal past, the eternal future. The light shines only on a small space around her; therefore, she needs must yearn towards the unknown; and the voices and shadowy movings which come to her from out the cloudy pillar of inspiration have each one echoes and answers in her own expecting nature.

Still waters run deepest, they used to tell me.

And a plastic grocery bag containing a

Did your mam get those tulips? I sent them. I felt bad.' 'Yes, she did. Thank you for that.' 'OK...' Don't know how to answer that. I stole his phone. He hit me. I bought his mam tulips. It's hard to work out who owes whom exactly.

You don't need an explanation for everything, Recognize that there are such things as miracles - events for which there are no ready explanations. Later knowledge may explain those events quite easily.

I have those dreams that you can't put into words.

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.

Magic is the sole science not accepted by scientists, because they can't understand it.

Sir Arthur, I have devoted a lot of time and thought to this illusion ... I won't tell you how it was done, but I can assure you it was pure trickery. I did it by perfectly normal means. I devised it to show you what can be done along these lines. Now, I beg of you, Sir Arthur, do not jump to the conclusion that certain things you see are necessarily "supernatural," or the work of "spirits," just because you cannot explain them....

Aber vielleicht war es das alles zugleich, unter Vernachlässigung des Gesetzes des ausgeschlossenen Dritten und zur ewigen Beschämung derjenigen, die glaubten, etwas davon zu verstehen.

That question is too good to spoil with an answer.

I don't think you can define love.

when we awoke someone had stolen the sea.

I was never more sure of anything. He's as innocent as you and I. So that's my word. You go out of here. Go find some honest cop, tell him what I've told you. Tell him to find Tino Gonsmart. Tell him that a guy named Alex Luxtro doesn't want the case reopened. If that doesn't scare him so bad he runs, then you got yourself the man." "Are

He walked to it, shoved his hand inside and came up with a thirty-five caliber Smith and Wesson. He held it in his hand, hefting it. Then he ejected the cartridge case, checked it and socked it back into the gun.

The bottom of the sea is cruel.

Hidup dan nasib, bisa tampak berantakan, misterius, fantastis, dan sporadis, namun setiap elemennya adalah subsistem keteraturan dari sebuah desain holistik yang sempurna. Menerima kehidupan berarti menerima kenyataan bahwa tak ada hal sekecil apa pun terjadi karena kebetulan. Ini fakta penciptaan yang tak terbantahkan.

After the front legs emerged, what looked like a quartered and bloodied cut of steak followed.  This piece of steak had rich and dark fur, wet with the mare's internal membranes that covered the whole body, but it did not have the look of a horse at all.  And yet from the steak's center came this pulsating heartbeat, as though its pace-setting qualities tried in vain to pull away or escape from its thoroughbred side.

The key to all mysteries and the source of all Illumination lies deep within the self. ROSICRUCIAN MANUSCRIPT

Life is a winking light in the darkness.

A poem is not an expression, nor it is an object. Yet it somewhat partakes of both. What a poem is Is never to be known, for which I have learned to be grateful.