Quotes About Mystery

There must be some supreme creative energy, he thought, that can take love and turn it into synapses and then take a population of synapses and turn it into love. The hand of God must be there

Coming from Minnesota, a land of white people who eat white food in a frequently white landscape, Chocolate City, with its black middle class, political leadership, and cultural legacy was a complete mystery to me.

Quantum physics shows that it is in the nature of reality to be unpredictable.

what we can see may constitute no more than 10 percent, and perhaps as little as 1 percent, of the matter in the universe.

know about the brain's hardware and software. How does the firing of a nerve or a series of nerves get translated into a thought or a feeling? This is one of the deepest mysteries of science, as amazing to me as questions about the origin of the universe.

Whatever happened to him? Silk asked. He went swimming in the Nedrane. I didn't know that Thulls swam all that well. They don't–particularly not with large rocks tied to their feet.

Life without any wonder left in it is flat and stale.

Torak's dead. Really? Aunt Pol said. Have you seen his grave? Have you opened the grave and seen his bones?

Policemen seem to worry about unexplained bodies. It upsets their sense of neatness.

see the Nimble Thief and the Man with Two Lives and the Blind Man, but I don't see the others. Where's the Dreadful Bear and the Knight Protector? The Horse Lord and the Bowman? And the ladies? Where are they—the Queen of the World and the Mother of the Race That Died?

But there's a world beyond what we can see and touch, and that world lives by its own laws. What may be impossible in this very ordinary world is very possible there, and sometimes the boundaries between the two worlds disappear, and then who can say what's possible and impossible?

There are secrets within secrets, though--always.

Abstruse dullness is actually a much more effective shield than is secrecy. For the great disadvantage of secrecy is that it's interesting.

I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman's eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.

For reasons that are not well understood, war's codes are safer for most of us than love's.

Es muy raro sentir que añoras algo que ni siquiera estás seguro de conocer.

And her eyes. I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman's eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.

Untitled. Unfinished. UNRELEASED

The trees' bony fingers make spell-casting gestures in the wind as they pass.

Two clocks, two ghosts, one square acre of hidden mirror.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

abstruse dullness is actually a much more effective shield than is secrecy.

And girl-women, women, curved like instruments or fruit, skin burnished brown-bright, suit tops held by delicate knots of fragile colored string against the pull of mysterious weights, suit bottoms riding low over the gentle juts of hips totally unlike your own, immoderate swells and swivels that melt in light into a surrounding space that cups and accommodates the soft curves as things precious. You almost understand.

I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there's simply no way to tell. The ones who give nothing away.' 'But then how do you know they're monsters, then?' 'That's the monstrosity right there, Boo, I'm starting to think.' 'Golly Ned.' 'That they walk among us. Teach our children. Inscrutable. Brass-faced.