Quotes About Mystery

Women are made to be loved, not to be understood.

Soul and body, body and soul-- how mysterious they were!

There was blood on the painted feet, as though the thing had dripped--blood even on the hand that had not held the knife.

And yet it was not the mystery, but the comedy of suffering that struck him; its absolute uselessness, its grotesque want of meaning. How incoherent everything seemed! How lacking in all harmony! He was amazed at the discord between the shallow optimism of the day, and the real facts of existence. He was still very young.

Men have educated us. But not explained you. Describe us as a sex, was her challenge. Sphinxes without secrets.

The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.

very essence of romance is uncertainty. 

Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination.They are limited to their century. No glamour every transfigures them. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets. One can always find them. There is no mystery in any of them.

It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Fancisco.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If I ever get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

And after that they had gone through many streets they came to a little door that was set in a wall that was covered with a pomegranate tree. And the old man touched the door with a ring of graved jaspar and it opened, and they went down five steps of brass into a garden filled with black poppies and green jars of burnt clay.

Was the soul a shadow seated in the house of sin? Or was the body really in the soul, as Giordano Bruno thought? The separation of spirit from matter was a mystery, and the union of spirit with matter was a mystery also.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us.

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognisance. And the soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods, and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings. Consciousness, indeed, is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality. It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves.

Alma e corpo, corpo e alma, como eram misteriosos! Havia animalismo na alma, e o corpo possuía momentos de espiritualidade.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.  If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

everyone who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world.

Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination. They are limited to their century. No glamour ever transfigures them. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets. One can always find them. There is no mystery in any of them. They ride in the park in the morning and chatter at tea parties in the afternoon. They have their stereotyped smile and their fashionable mauve.

La gente ordinaria esperaba a que la vida les desvelase sus secretos, pero para unos pocos, para los elegidos, la vida revelaba sus misterios antes de apartar el velo.

A coisa mais banal se torna deliciosa se a escondermos

The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If

The secret seems to be the only way to become mysterious and wonderful modern life. The commonest thing gets a touch fascinating when done on the sly.

Soul and body, body and soul--how mysterious they were! There was animalism in the soul, and the body had its moments of spirituality.

And the truth of the matter is that death is a mystery to me. I have no opinion on the subject.