Quotes About Mystery

Looking at me, you'd never guess I'd killed three people. It isn't fair.

Our minds have no real or absolute boundaries; on the contrary, we are part of an infinite field of intelligence that extends beyond space and time into realities we have yet to comprehend. The beyul and their dakini emissaries are traces of the original world, inviting us to open to the abiding mystery at the heart of all experience, the inseparability that infuses every action, thought, and intention.

The Falls of the Tsangpo had offered turn-of-the-century explorers a geographical quest to rival the search for the headwaters of the Nile. But the Tibetans—who knew of it already—did not view the falls as a topographical trophy but as a sacrament, a threshold between the physical universe and the world of the spirit.

A woman should be an illusion.

Bond. James Bond.

Mine's Bond – James Bond.

Siberia is so big, it's almost more an idea than a place

Miss Austen has made herself known without making herself public.

Something about him made her watch him, his big hands held out to receive the falling drops, alms of heaven, catching them in his mouth, smiling as they streamed down his face, his chin, his cheeks. Her heart sent her one way. Her feet sent her another, splashing across the street to his side.

She tried to summon the sixteen-o'clock dream.

She had never really known why the Ministry of Pain called its aerial slouch-craft "pantycars." Maybe in certain lights, from certain angles, they did look like jet-propelled underwear.

the small knot of raincoated citizens loitering at a waxman's booth suddenly cast off their waxed raincoats to become iridescent birds of paradise and pulled from the waxman's awning long, streaming banners with which they danced through the crowds of workaday citizens, wrapping them in rippling silk and mystery while from the back of the booth roman candles ignited and fountained silver fire into the air.

The universe does not owe us our desires, but it may grant a good question.

All the mystery we need surrounds us at every moment in a cloud of wonders, small and great and only manifest when we look at them.

They say the whole city is alive, aware, at a level of consciousness totally alien to any we can know, Courtney Hall mused. Spooky.

Mr. Durukan, if God is dead then everything is conspiracy.

Anna radiated nothing more than happiness, and the guileless mystery of being what she was, which is something few of us can manage.

question they couldn't answer as yet. What mattered to them

Rebus lifted a Guardian

Woodwork creaks and out come the freaks, eh?

Rebus stopped her and turned to Chilton. 'Why isn't Neil

No one knows what women want!

I definitely like the mystery of not knowing how things will turn out, you know.

Entiende lo incomprensible y ámalo.