Quotes About Mystery

What we know comes to so little, what we presume is so much, what we learn, so laborious, we can only ask questions and die.

How many churches are there in heaven? Cuantas iglesias tiene el cielo?

Ti amo come si amano certe cose oscure, segretamente, tra l'ombra e l'anima.

open and more unknown than the night, dragging more stars than shadow.

Little birds are messengers, they carry secrets of the dead to the living..

I don't believe for one moment that I killed him [...] But if I didn't, somebody else did. I must appoint myself Investigator. I must catch this malefactor, this pig. And if at any time it looks as if I am going to catch myself, I can always accept my resignation.

a person can't tame God. He's wild as a lion. He'll haunt you.

It is often forgotten that He who has surrounded us with this ever-evolving mystery of creation has also implanted in us the desire to question and understand.

He who has surrounded us with this ever-evolving mystery of creation has also implanted in us the desire to question and understand.

A divine decree, resting beyond the gaze of human beings, works mysteriously to bring all things into outer manifestation at the proper time.

The Chinese mystic Lao-tzu rightly taught: "He who knows, tells it not; he who tells, knows it not.

who has surrounded us with this ever-evolving mystery of creation has also implanted in us the desire to question and understand.

The honey of God, though sealed in mystery, is what the soul truly craves. Those who meditate with undaunted patience and persistence break the mystery seal, and uninhibitedly imbibe the heavenly nectar of immortality.

Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m'effraie.

One began by finding mental illness mystifying, and ended by being still more mystified by health.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

I've written more about my parents than any writer in the history of the world, and I still return to their mysterious effigies as I try to figure out what it all means—some kind of annunciation or maybe even a summing-up They still exert immense control over me even though they've been dead for so long. But I can conjure up their images without exerting a thimbleful of effort.

beneath the great sisterhood of stars unfurling in the night sky . . .

Her eyes were our keys to the palace of wildness.

Lucy stood on her tiptoes and kissed John Hardin on the cheek and pulled him tightly against her. She put his forehead against hers and smiled at him until he blushed. Then, Lucy stepped back, looked at the coffin, and played to the crowd. Who gave my secret away It's just what I always wanted and I can't wait to try it on

made her unapproachable, apart. She was one of those girls who pass through your life leaving secret wreckage, but no visible wake. You remember her, but for all the wrong reasons.

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.

Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach, beneath the streets in great old limestone tunnels: the hovels and mansions and sunken river that Ombria shrugged off like a forgotten skin, and buried beneath itself through the centuries.

He could pick my heart like a rose and watch it wither in his hand. Sometimes I think he is like that. At other times I think he is as simple and golden and generous as our father's fields. And then I see things in his eyes - things that I have never looked at, and I know that I have walked a short and easy road out of my past, while he has walked a thousand roads to meet me. I know Perrin's past; the same road runs into his future. I don't know Corbet.