Quotes About Mystery

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At out quaint spirits.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns

It puzzles the will.

We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news, and we'll talk with them too— Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out— And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies.

I am not what I am..

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

Now I see the mystery of your loneliness .

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-- Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out-- And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies...

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things.

What a piece of work is man!

The Weird Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go, about, about, Thrice to thine, thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine. Peace, the charm's wound up.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop

There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

A tko si ti, što tu pod plaštem no?i U tajne moje misli prodireš?

Existen más cosas entre el cielo y la tierra que las que sueñas en tu filosofía.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

And now about the cauldron sing Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.

I must become a borrower of the night.