Quotes About Mystery

for he felt moved by forces that weren't necessarily visible or easily explainable. Coming to Burma had only amplified those leanings. "There are ways of knowing things quite certainly but not by reason," he would write, "and in the East both the wise and the simple accept this.

Chemistry was such a strange thing. I'd be willing to bet even Micah couldn't tell me why hundreds of men could leave me cold, while this one could string me along forever with only a smile.

Charis sipped, smiling back. "...I saw God everywhere." Grif narrowed his eyes. "Really?" She nodded and leaned close. "We were actually pen pals. I'd write Him letters in Latin and leave them in my closet." "Why the closet?" She shrugged. "Because He didn't appear after I set my front yard's bushes on fire, so I decided He was shy.

I saw you, looking like Hayworth, making me want to pin you up, pin you down, take you for a different kind of ride altogether

Why the hell was she smiling like that?...Her mouth was blown so wide that the soft insides showed at the corners, like another grin was building in there. As if her laughter tumbled. Like joy was a living thing.

It is incontestable that music induces in us a sense of the infinite and the contemplation of the invisible.

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.

Tom gave him a suspicious look. "Stanley, you've never actually worked a homicide investigation, right?" "No, but how hard can it be? You collect all the clues and you put them together, and voila. I have read a lot of mystery novels.

I think this guy's dead," the coroner said, scooting another inch or two, to be safe. "There's something wrong here," Tom said. They both looked at him. "No, I'm pretty sure of it," the coroner said. "That bullet hole, for one thing. Plus, he's not breathing. That's the kind of thing we look for.

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The Twenties have this sort of attitude where you never know whats around the corner.

There is no beauty without some strangeness

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

The beauty of darkness is how it lets you see.

It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.

All mathematicians share... a sense of amazement over the infinite depth and the mysterious beauty and usefulness of mathematics.

Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.

I, too, find the flower beautiful in its outward appearance. But a deeper beauty lies concealed within.

Pulchritude--beauty where you would least suspect it, hidden in a word that looked like it should signify a belch or a skin infection.

Beauty should be shared for it enhances our joys. To explore its mystery is to venture towards the sublime.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.