Quotes About Mystery

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to enduring fact of mystery.

You see, my poor fellow, the hearts of women and she-cats are abysses that neither men nor toms will ever fathom.

You can never know where I am or what I am, But I am good company to you nonetheless, And really do regret I broke your inkwell." (From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP )

You'll never know that just sitting across a room full of people, I have transformed you into a goddess. A destroyer of despair.

Without awe, life is flatline.

But fortunately no shadow ever broke a rock, and one can ask himself why he lives a thousand times and yet never die.

The mystery of death is not solved by dying just as the mystery of life is not solved by living .

Harald said, 'In England, in the south, there is a circle of great stones, about which men say the same thing. It was there before the Romans came, and it will be there when Odin decides to crumble the world in his two great hands. There are some such monuments which are meant to teach man that he is but a little thing, with a life hardly longer than that of a spring fly.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!Shining nowhere but in the dark;What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,Could man outlook that mark!

There is in God a deep but dazzling darkness.

He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest, may know At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown

There is in God, some say, A deep but dazzling darkness, as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that night! where I in Him Might live invisible and dim!

There is in God, some say A deep but dazzling darkness... O for that night, that I in Him Might live invisible and dim.

I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where.

The long mysterious Exodus of death.

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

Now comes the mystery.

Mankind loves misterys--a hole in the ground, excites mor wonder than a star in the heavens.

poets have the spiritual fire within them; they are of the aetherial force, perhaps of the after-life. Who knows?

Anxiously, he touched the lump on his head again, then felt his injured leg, groaning. "The whole affair is a mystery to me," he said. "Who would want to steal anything from me?" "Perhaps a thief...?" ventured Julius.

Hamlet is the human soul as it was, as it is, and as it will be. In conceiving this drama, Shakspeare overstepped the limit fixed even for genius. I can understand Homer and Dante, studied by the light of their epoch. I can comprehend that they could do what they did; but how an Englishman of the seventeenth century could foreknow psychosis, a science of recent growth, will be to me, in spite of my study of Hamlet, an everlasting mystery. Having

In spite of death, he felt the need of life and love. He felt that love saved him from despair, and that this love, under the menace of despair, had become still stronger and purer. The one mystery of death, still unsolved, had scarcely passed before his eyes, when another mystery had arisen, as insoluble, urging him to love and to life.