Quotes About Mystery

In the deepest heart of all of us there is a corner in which the ultimate mystery of things works sadly.

The Girl in the Black Raincoat" Thinking of you this evening, I think of mystery; I think of umbrellas of crystal Shading a cinnamon sea; I think of swallow-tailed shadows Enveloping history; And the past becomes the future, And the present is yet to be; And life is a rain-swept mirror Through which perpetually A girl with bright hair flowing, Dappled dark coat blowing, Into the unknown, knowing Walks with me.

The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night.

From a manhole in the middle of State Street steam rose and vanished. Francis imagined the subterranean element at the source of this: a huge human head with pipes screwed into its ears, steam rising from a festering skull wound.

what I know in my heart is a mystery beyond human comprehension. Perhaps the most important truth I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

All life is one weaving, one design by the hand of the Creator, the Great Mystery. All life is connected, thread by thread.

But in these woods it's best to believe in all possibilities. There's more in these woods than a man can ever hope to understand.

Life's stranger and more beautiful than I ever thought possible.

And there it was again, the magic of music.

I believe no one belongs to anyone else. You, me, Waaboozoons, we are all dust borrowed for a little while from Grandmother Earth. And even that dust does not belong to her. She has borrowed it from all creation, which is the Great Mystery, whih is Kitchimanidoo. And if you ask this old man, I would say that another way to think about Kitchimanidoo is as a great gift. Kitchimanidoo is not about keeping. Nothing belongs to anyone. All of creation is meant as a giving.

Oh the secrets of the night.

do him no good, that it's pointless to rail about the difficulty of the twists in that river, and that he shouldn't worry about where the current will take him, but I confess that even after more than eighty years of living, I still struggle to understand what I know in my heart is a mystery beyond human comprehension. Perhaps the most important truth I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and

Not forget. Accept. We do what we can, and then we let go and accept that the hand of Kitchimanidoo, the Great Mystery, is at work in all things. In you, me, Mariah, this shining big water. And even in this Windigo, though we may not understand how this is so.

If you throw yourself onto the fire of guilt, it will be a useless sacrifice. We do not know, any of us, the Great Mystery's purpose in this. But purpose there is.

Why don't the spirits just tell us things, Henry? How come they make it so hard? The old man laughed. I think it is like this. The spirits shoot an arrow. It is past us before we can see it clearly. But if we follow, eventually we come to the place where it has lodged. And we realize the arrow is not important. What is important is the place it has guided us to.

The heart has reasons that reason does not understand. —BLAISE PASCAL

what I was wondering was how it is that you're able to capture on film the soul of nature." 'The soul of nature?" Willy laughed easily, as if genuinely and pleasantly surprised. "The spirit of the Great Mystery is how I think of it. It's something we can't name or even comprehend. We can only allow ourselves to be a part of it and, in that way, know it.

It's so quiet you can hear the dark sliding down the sky.

Some people lived with dark secrets all their lives...

William Kent Krueger

And still others heard: dreeeple zoonnnnnnggggggg ummmmmtwrrrdssss Calling from the beyond Whatever it was, it touched E.T.'s healing finger, and caused it to glow. He healed himself.

But sometimes you can't figure everything out because you can't ever really understand other people. You can't understand why they do what they do. You just have to accept a little mystery, Ben. People are mysterious, the world is mysterious. You can't know everything. You're not supposed to. This isn't a history book. It's just the world. It's a messy place.

What about you, Mr. Glover. The smartest man in the room is usually the quietest. What do you think about all this?" "I think you killed your wife.

Somebody stitched three holes in a line across that boy's chest and left nothing to indicate who or why.