Quotes About Mystery

Money and women are the most sought after and the least known about of any two things we have.

Well, what were your favorite books?" "When?" "As a young girl." "Nancy Drew. I read dozens of them. I loved the idea of a girl detective.

Sometimes I feel as if there's an explanation to my life that continues to escape me; that I've missed something noble, something sublime; that in some way I have cheated myself...life is so strange, so harsh.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

Wat is mijn kathedraal? Ik werk aan een kathedraal die ik niet ken en als hij voltooid is, zal ik er niet meer zijn en niemand zal weten dat ik eraan heb gewerkt.

Spiritual direction, therefore, explicitly acknowledges what is often only implicit in other forms of pastoral care: that the directees' desire for more life, more integration, more union with God is grounded in the indwelling Spirit and that God is an active Other in the relationship. The working alliance is thus grounded in mystery and explicitly acknowledges that the way, too, is mystery.

The Mystery we call God is just that - mystery; not mystery in the sense of an unknown, but eventually knowable, stranger, but mystery in the sense that God is too rich, too deep, and too loving to be knowable and is, therefore, God. Spiritual directors can be only helping companions to those who travel the way of such a God.

And what with the mystery of death and bereavement and the mysticism of the Bible, with all the beauty of the mountains and their ever-changing moods, naturally this New England child became set in his ways, a Yankee mystic to the end.

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together, Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!

Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men.

Why art thou silent and invisible, Father of Jealousy?

This cabinet is formed of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world And a little lovely moony night.

What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spearsAnd water'd heaven with their tears,Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Poetry, like the moon, does not advertise anything.

An adventure differs from a mere feat in that it is tied to the externally unattainable. Only one end of the rope is in the hand, the other is not visible, and neither prayers, nor daring, nor reason can shake it free.

To every sweetheart he (Casanova) gave himself exclusively; he had so many selves.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

Reality is what we are ignorant of.

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Tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring...

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. Albert

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.