Quotes About Mystery

Who's Norma Jean Mortenson?" "Marilyn Monroe!" "Who's Marilyn Monroe?" "Sex!

But it's turtles all the way down!

Why do we do that? Why are the painful things always electromagnets?

There were those who suspected that he was not pinned under his wagon but swept out to sea, with the secrets of his life kept forever inside him, like a love note in a bottle, to be found one morning by an unsuspecting couple on a romantic beach stroll.

De ce facem asa? De ce lucrurile dureroase sunt intotdeauna niste electromagneti?

How, after all, can one miss something one has never known?

Che cosa ama di questo grattacielo? le ha chiesto Mr Black. Lei ha risposto: Se sapessi rispondere non sarebbe vero amore, giusto?

Sofiowka was found the next morning, swinging by the neck from the wooden bridge. His severed hands were hanging from strings tied to his feet, and across his chest was written, in Brod's red lipstick, ANIMAL

I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of these diminutive mortals, who

De noche, en esa atmósfera sin agua, las estrellas descienden hasta quedar prácticamente al alcance de tus dedos.

The scariest thing about life that I have yet to face is to know whether or not I lived, for I won't know the answer until I'm dead ~By Jordan

The world is like that -- incomprehensible and full of surprises .

O amor não se prova, nem se mede. É como Gabriela. Existe, isso basta - falou João Fulgêncio. - O facto de não se compreender ou explicar uma coisa não acaba com ela. Nada sei das estrelas, mas as vejo no céu, são a beleza da noite.

O amor não se prova, nem se mede. É como Gabriela. Existe, isso basta. O fato de não compreender ou explicar uma coisa não acaba com ela. Nada sei das estrelas, mas as vejo no céu, são a beleza da noite.

Definitivamente sé cuidar mi misterio, es imposible saber más de lo que yo misma cuento

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.

It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.

There is no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.

The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.

The art of writing is mysterious, the opinions we hold are ephemeral....

Un hombre se propone la tarea de dibujar el mundo. A lo largo de los años puebla un espacio con imágenes de provincias, de reinos, de montañas, de bahías, de naves, de islas, de peces, de habitaciones, de instrumentos, de astros, de caballos y de personas. Poco antes de morir, descubre que ese paciente laberinto de líneas traza la imagen de su cara.

Image is sorcery.

I know what the Greeks do not know, incertitude.