Quotes About Mystery

A myth... is a metaphor for a mystery beyond human comprehension. It is a comparison that helps us understand, by analogy, some aspect of our mysterious selves. A myth, in this way of thinking, is not an untruth but a way of reaching a profound truth.

The people who really thirst for life, who stand daily on the brink of every kind of death, who struggle desperately to distinguish some light in the seated mystery of human existence— these are the people to whom the Gospel of salvation is primarily and most especially addressed, and inevitably they all remain far removed from the rationalistically organized social conventionalism of established Christianity.

Joy, anger, grief, delight, worry, regret, fickleness, inflexibility, modesty, willfulness, candor, insolence—music from empty holes, mushrooms springing up in dampness, day and night replacing each other before us, and no one knows where they sprout from. Let it be! Let it be!

It was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don't actually know.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

What...what are you?" she asked. "I'm Batman.

A moment later, Cat hurtled back into the room as if chased by demons. She stationed herself in front of Raisa, a knife in either hand, all of her genteel patina swept away. "Cuffs! Look sharp! It's him, the whey-faced, gutter-swiving, prig-napping bastard! He's here!" Han looked as mystified as Raisa. " Who 's here?

There was something savage and elemental and feral in him. The fact that he was a savant only added to the intrigue. I always go for the dangerous boys, Leesha thought.

We're all dangerous in our own way, I guess.

Road trip?" "I'm going to dig up some dead relatives," she went on, "and ask them where the family money is.

And yet...somehow she knew that she'd seen him before. It was more the effect he had on her than anything about his appearance. It was like he gave off a scent that made her want to run headlong into trouble.

He couldn't say why Captain Gray got under his skin the way she did. Though strong and well made, she was no great beauty, compared to the women he'd been introduced to at court. Yet, when they were together, she elbowed everything else out of his mind. "Matelon?" He looked up, and she was studying him with her amber eyes. Did she know that she had this effect on him? He prayed to all the gods she did not.

Dalam masalah pribadi maupun politik, aku sering menimbulkan teka-teki pada orang lain. Biasanya para presiden duduk bersandar dan menunggu untuk dilayani. Sukarno tidak. Aku baru merasa bahagia kalau orang yang berada disekitarku merasa bahagia.

What's the matter, Garrett? Am I getting a little too close to the truth?" "What you're getting a little too close to is a spanking.

Sometimes God's ways are mysterious. Sometimes He reveals them bit by bit over long periods of time. Then sometimes they're just plain bizarre, but immediately clear -- picture-perfect.

Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun,' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly.

Hij is zacht, goed, subliem, rechtvaardig. Maar wie herkent zich in die mengeling die ruikt als naar transcendentie verbannen rozenwater? Een wezen zonder valsheid mist diepgang en mysterie; het verbergt niets. Alleen onzuiverheid is een kenteken van realiteit.[...] Omdat hij overloopt van leven, heeft de Duivel geen altaar: de mens herkent zich te veel in hem om hem te aanbidden.

Si prefiero las mujeres a los hombres es porque ellas tienen la ventaja de ser mas desequilibradas, es decir, mas complicadas, mas perspicaces y mas cínicas, por no hablar de esta misteriosa superioridad que confiere una esclavitud milenaria

Who knows how long it's been there? It could date back a few hundred years for all I know.' 'Or to Roman times,' he says, smiling wryly.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

And Derek was... what? A pair of dark eyes that hid more than they revealed and some broad shoulders and a mouth that could be cold and thin and then suddenly widen into a generous grin just when you thought such a thing was impossible.

But the aspect of secrets is they leak out. If they didn't leak, they wouldn't be interesting.

A note exists between two notes of music, between two facts exists a fact, between two grains of sand no matter how close together there exists an interval of space, a sense that exists between senses — in the interstices of primordial matter is the line of mystery and fire that is the breathing of the world, and the continual breathing of the world is what we hear and call silence.

There are truths I haven't even told God. And not even myself. I am a secret under the lock of seven keys.