Quotes About Mystery

All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.

I've never tried to learn the art of acting. I have been in the business for years but I still can't tell what acting is or how it's done.

Martial arts is the kind of action that does tie in well to the supernatural.

If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there's no point in it....for me, every act of the art of solving a mystery.

Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well....

People so often loose sight of the magic in life once they understand how it works.

A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist

The Beautiful is always strange.

This place is alive, " Sunni said in wonder. "Things are moving. Inside a painting.

In each painting, I think, it's as if God were giving up on finishing the world.

I don't want realism. I want magic. I live magic. I am magic.

The secret of good magic is another magic.

Magic is logic.

Sometimes for the spectators a great magic effect is worth a life's experience.

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

- It doesn't do anything obvious. But it might be able to do something in here. - Then she touched her hand to her heart. - Beautiful things sometimes do.

When one admires an artist it is important not to know him personally.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

You could never predict what would happen. There was an element of destiny in everything that one could never account for.

There are no mysteries, only unanswered questions that have no answers, and the memory of people who enter and leave our lives, for a short or long time, and stay only as long as they are meant to. We cannot change the patterns of life, but only observe them, and bend to their will with grace.

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