Quotes About Mystery

Toward an eternal aspiration for vague things.

La femme est mystérieuse et adorable dans toutes celles de ses voies qui mènent à la volupté.

Van Gogh: "I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.

Hares stood out as strange and unpredictable beings, much like the gods themselves; their habit of darting around as ghostly figures of the night – precisely the time when the spirit world would be most feared – merely added to their mystery while their violent "boxing" each spring earned them a special resonance in the warrior culture of Britain.

Véremmé lettek a h?s, föld alatti vizek

out of each pain which we dont mention a chestnut tree grows up and remains mysterious behind us out of each hope which we cherish astar arises and move unattainable in front of us

There is nothing hidden between Heaven and Earth.

I wonder if the explanation is even more complex than we imagine at present.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There's a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There's a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding.

Not every puzzle is intended to be solved. Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all...

One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power—to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom—all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child. He was the Fourth to follow the Star. His gift was a secret. The rest of his journey is unknown.

The pyramid shape is said to hold many secrets and amazing properties. One of them is a sense of wonder.

Incidentally, the world is magical. Magic is simply what's off our human scale... at the moment.

Thing is," Grial said in a conspiratorial voice, "let me tell you a little secret, girlie. That road- those roads, all roads and paths in fact- they never end. You might think they do. You might think they just narrow and fade and disappear in the hoary depths of the forest? Not so, not at all! They merely go into hiding, and you just have to search a bit harder to see them.

She was not alone. There was Mr. Rochester with a candle, followed by a very mousy little governess by the name of Jane Eyre—ah, no, those were just the remnants of her dream;

If there are such things as ghosts," he replied, "I don't think they should be taken lightly. God would not permit them to be, except as a warning or a punishment.

While We are out of Touch or How to Survive and Prosper during the Next Thirty Minutes by Your Friend, the Mysterious Stranger

welts long enough for them to grow eyes. Nature does indeed prefer that cobblies be created right before the Dark.

Pedure, there is a deepness in the sky, and it extends forever.

He] was an insect wandering in the cathedral his mind had become.

Are we alone? Over time, you will come up with various answers to that same nagging question. Eventually one day it will occur to you that this endless asking is the answer you have been looking for. The fact that we have an ongoing dialogue with the universe is proof enough that there is "something" out there.

But suddenly you got up. You had felt the dark wings, magic token from the depths that calls out to our hearts. You stared at the murmur that now starts in the depths. What shapes did you imagine? What sacred symbols, what precise words did the surf speak, sweet saliva from secret lips that open slightly, naming, mesmerizing, stealing away? The message said . . .

Podéis creerlo, la tumba tiene más poder que los ojos de la amada. La tumba abierta con todos sus imanes. Y esto te lo digo a ti, a ti que cuando sonríes haces pensar en el comienzo del mundo.