Quotes About Mystery

Eventually he forgot what event had started off his decline into entropy; God mercifully occludes us to the past as well as the future.

First, strangely, the owls had died. At the time it had seemed almost funny, the fat, fluffy white birds lying here and there, in yards and on streets; coming out no earlier than twilight as they had while alive the owls escaped notice.

With him inside the elevator descended.

Most of the masses still believe in magic, you know. Spells. Potions. It's a big business, I am told.

It is their sense of space and time. They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick.

he still never saw her as anything but a direct, literal invitation of God's, dropped into his life for reasons he would never know.

Come down here, he said, and we'll rent a hotel room. Why? Something I heard today, he said hoarsely. About situations involving human men and android women.

This bowl of milk, the pitch on yonder jar, are strange and far-bound travelers come from far.

Jak z?o?ymy wszystko, co wiemy, to widzimy tylko, ?e co? tu nie gra. Ale jak pi?knie i ciekawie nie gra.

I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can't any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone's sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we'll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too.

Hallelujah," Rybys said. "What?" he

Van Vogt's The World of Null-A—there was something about that which absolutely fascinated me.

This can't be normal death…[this] is unnatural.

Entering the phone booth, he did a phone thing.

One of God's greatest mercies is that he keeps us perpetually occluded.

One of God's greatest mercies is that he keeps us perpetually occluded.

Primero habían muerto los búhos. Eso hacía parecido entonces divertido: esas aves gruesas, plumosas, blancas, caídas en los parques y en las calles...

I don't believe in God," Kevin said. "I believe in the Great Punta. And the ways of the Great Punta are mysterious. No one knows why he does what he does, or doesn't do." "Are you kidding me?" "No," Kevin said. "Where did the Great Punta come from?" "Only the Great Punta knows.

Another person wearing a hood—a probe shield.

A man can be defined as an animal that carries a pocket handkerchief

In an enigmatic tone Kevin said, 'What about going to the movies tomorrow night?

And when I gave my phone number the last two times I gave it wrong—another number. And to me the weirdest thing of all: at night phone numbers swim up into my mind that I never heard of before. I'm afraid to call them; I don't know why.

Most of the masses still believe in magic, you know. Spells. Potions. It's a big business, I am told.

manifestations of paranoia. We must content ourselves with the mystery, the absurdity, the contradictions, the hostility, but also the generosity that our environment offers us. It's not much, but it's always better than the deadly, defeatist certainty of the paranoid.