Quotes About Mystery

Io credo nel mistero delle parole, e che le parole possano diventare vita, destino; così come diventano bellezza.

Mathematicians have tried in vain to this day to discover some order in the sequence of prime numbers, and we have reason to believe that it is a mystery into which the human mind will never penetrate.

Only the dead know the truth.

Don't laugh at the voice of the stars. They are far away, their rays are light and pale, and we can barely see their sleeping shadows, but their sorcery is stern and dark.

Hitherto without being; hidden away in the womb of eternity; possessed neither of thought nor feeling; remote from the range of human ken -- the Man bursts, in some unknown manner, the bars of non-existence, and announces with a cry the beginning of his brief life. In the night of non-existence there bursts forth also a little candle, lit by an unseen hand. Mark well its flame: for it is the life of that Man.

Death was not there as yet, but life was there no longer,—there was something new, something astonishing, inexplicable, not entirely reasonable and yet not altogether without meaning,—something so deep and mysterious and supernatural that it was impossible to understand.

Wollt ihr denn gar nicht wissen, woran er gestorben ist?" Sir Ritchfield sah sie erstaunt an: "Er ist an dem Spaten gestorben. Du hättest das auch nicht überlebt, so ein schweres Eisending mitten durch den Leib. Kein Wunder, dass er tot ist." Sir Ritschfield schauderte ein bisschen. "Und woher den Spaten?" "Jemand hat ihn hineingesteckt." Für Sir Ritschfield war die Sache damit erledigt.

What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.

All ages are equidistant from eternity, and just as immediately accessible to God's presence.

Love knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason, nor do the assets or blemishes that we discover tempt us to devotion or intimidate us. It is a sweet, mournful, mysterious power that drives us, and we stop thinking, feeling, wishing, we let ourselves drift along and never ask where we are drifting

There is a type of woman who, ever since my boyhood, has invariably attracted me.    She is the woman with the eyes of a sphinx, whom desire makes cruel and cruelty makes desirous.

In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.

Time is like this boat that you are on. You can't see who is steering it, but it is taking you to weird unknown and sometimes awful or terrifying places.

Facing me was a stone pillar, half hidden in the grass, some worn hieroglyphs carved down its side. The hillside rose right behind in a tangle of trees. Laboriously I read the characters one by one: 'Old — Barrier — of — Shirakawa'. It had taken me five and a half hours.

How is one ever to know why a perfect stranger is kind beyond the call of duty or else inexplicably rude?

Simon wrote on the paper and passed it over. Mr Parnock studied it wisely, as he would have studied a Greek text. Cu + Hg + HNO3 + Bf = CuHgNO3 + H2O + NO2

This," the Saint said to nobody in particular, "sounds like one of those stories that fellow Charteris might write.

It was strange to realize that this was it, and it had happened to him at last, as it had always been destined to happen someday, and in an instant he was going to cheat to the back of the book for the answer to the greatest mystery of all.

Simon Templar was a man who couldn't help spreading melodrama all around him like an infectious disease.

All of which has not a little to do with 85, Vandemeer Avenue, Hampstead. Down this

He inhabited a gray winter fog on a distant elk mountain where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries.

Whirling darkness has come back on itself. It keeps all its witchery to itself.

You know what I think? I think you need some chocolate," said Lucy. "I know I could sure use some. "It's not every day that a headless body turns up and I have to cover it.

God is not constrained by the limits of our understanding.