Quotes About Mystery

If we were angels once, why did we end up lower?" asked Nikolai. "No, that can't be!" "Not lower, who told you it's lower?...How do I know what I used to be?

Why was I so reluctant to part with life? There was something in this life I did not and do not understand.

A single photon seems to "know" if there are two slits open or only one slit open and it behaves differently accordingly!

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there

Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.

When he puts his mouth against her shoulder she is uncertain whether her shoulder has given or received the kiss. All her flesh is like a mouth.

Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.

better than wild is secretly wild

I don't ask for information that I probably wouldn't be able to process even if it were granted to me. --Aug 2016 interview, when asked what might be in store for us after the big sunset

My love is blonde and ancient I met her by the sea she was putting things together and she needed some of me

O God, make me poor enough to love yurd diamond in the rough, or in my failure let me see, my greed raised to mistery. Do you hate the one who must turn your world all to dust? Do you hate the ones who ask if Creation wears a mask God beyond the God I name, if mask and fire are the same, repair the seam my love leaps through , uncreated fire to pursue. Network of cretated fire, maim my love and my desire. Make me poor so I may be, servant in the world I see

Mintea mea zboar? tot mai departe de-a lungul acestei È™osele înguste, mânat? de curiozitate, str?lucind de acceptare, tot mai departe, ca un cârlig cu pene, aruncat cu m?iestrie È™i înfipt adânc în lumina de deasupra pârâului. Undeva, unde eu nu pot ajunge È™i unde nu mai am control, cârligul se îndreapt? È™i devine suli??, suliÈ›a se scurteaz? È™i devine ac, iar acul coase lumea la un loc.

If I knew where the good songs were, I'd go there more often. It's a mysterious condition. It's much like the life of a Catholic nun. You're married to a mystery.

I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind I confess that I've forgotten what for Why wings and a lost mind

If I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often. It's a mysterious condition. It's much like the life of a Catholic nun. You're married to a mystery.

There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.

what he is to the inscrutable God is what matters.

The frightening thing—frightening, I don't know if it's frightening—frustrating, frightening, fascinating thing is we know with virtual certainty that the universe is at least a thousand times bigger in volume than the horizon, than we can ever, ever, ever in principal ever see. So we know there's stuff out there that we will never be able to detect. And we can't tell what it is. We can't tell if it's similar to us.

The frightening thing—frightening, I don't know if it's frightening—frustrating, frightening, fascinating thing is we know with virtual certainty that the universe is at least a thousand times bigger in volume than the horizon, than we can ever, ever, ever in principle ever see. So we know there's stuff out there that we will never be able to detect. And we can't tell what it is. We can't tell if it's similar to us.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, HAMLET