Quotes About Mystery

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

for she was invaded by a kind of love which every girl has gone through —the love of the unknown, love in its vaguest form,

She was white like the sands, tawny like the sands, solitary and burning like the sands.

Instead of inspiring the gallant attentions which other women seek, she made men dream,

Le secret des grandes fortunes sans cause apparente est un crime oublié, parce qu'il a été proprement fait.

Ah! love is a mystery; it can only live hidden in the depths of the heart. You say, even to your friend, 'Behold her whom I love,' and there is an end of love.

The secret of a great success for which you are at a loss to account is a crime that has never been found out, because it was properly executed.

El amor pasa por transformaciones infinitas antes de mezclarse para siempre con nuestra vida y de teñirse para siempre de su color de llama. El secreto de esta infusión imperceptible se escapa al análisis del artista.

Existen palabras que, semejantes a las trompetas, a los címbalos o al bombo de los titiriteros, atraen siempre al público. Las palabras belleza, gloria, poesía, poseen un sortilegio que seduce incluso a los espíritus más toscos.

The most solid piece of scientific truth I know of is that we are profoundly ignorant about nature.

God is, of course, a terrifying reality. I had thought that I knew all about God, and had Him in a pigeon hole. But I met Him at the corner of a street -- He entered my mind with a bang, and nearly burst my head open.

No one understands now. Those who could hear a song this deeply vanished long ago.

There is another world, other than/ this one we choose to live in.

Did anyone really know their child? Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.

It wasn't logical, but the better you knew someone, the more blurry they became. The accumulation of facts made them disappear. It was more interesting wondering if someone did or didn't like country music than knowing one way or the other.

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

I don't get the obsession with strangers, her first husband, Sol, once said to her, and Frances had struggled to explain that strangers were by definition interesting. It was their strangeness. The not-knowing. Once you knew everything there was to know about someone, you were generally ready to divorce them.

Poor, poor Pandora. Zeus sends her off to marry Epimetheus, a not especially bright man she's never even met, along with a mysterious covered jar. Nobody tells Pandora a word about the jar. Nobody tells her not to open the jar. Naturally, she opens the jar. What else has she got to do? How was she to know that all those dreadful ills would go whooshing out to plague mankind forevermore, and that the only thing left in the jar would be hope?

Not all mysteries are meant to be solved. Not all secrets are meant to be told.

It was her only real secret, so it was a pity it wasn't juicier.

I think I'm falling for a red herring here,

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

It sometimes seemed so peculiar and so wrong that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with him and wake up with him, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don't even know his telephone number, or where he's living or working, or what he did today or last week or last year.