Quotes About Mystery

Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?

Those who wish to enter this path must accept that they can never explain either to themselves or to others the mysterious inner unfolding that is taking them home.

I know nothing, I understand nothing, I am unaware of myself. I am in love, but with whom I do not know. My heart is at the same time both full and empty of love. (Attar)

No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.

alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.

Quantum mechanics is weird. I don't understand it. Just live with it. You don't have to understand the nature of things in order to build cool devices.

Sex is a queer and incalculable solvent of human confidence.

I'll lock the skeleton in its cupboard and throw away the key.

I hold in my hands the very soul of a man. What more dare a woman ask of the high gods?

What music is more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say

Why are murder mysteries so popular? There's a 3-part "formula" (if you want to call it that) for a genre novel: (1) Someone the reader likes and relates to (2) overcomes increasingly difficult obstacles (3) to reach an important goal. The more important the goal, the stronger the novel. And the most important goal that any of us have is survival. That's why murder mysteries are more gripping than a story titled "Who Stole My TV Set.

I loved that the Iranians never quite did what you thought they were going to do, or even, what you wanted them to do. The whole damn place reeked of cheeky bad-boy charm, and to this, I was not immune.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

There are things greater than our wisdom, beyond our justice. The right and wrong of this we cannot say, and it is not for us to judge.

It was the freshness and the newness of your beauty and you, the mystery of you, that won your man. When a man has plucked and smelled all the sweetness of a flower, he looks for other flowers. It is his queerness. You must ever remain a flower almost plucked yet never plucked, stored with vats of sweet unbroached though ever broached.

Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud.

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

I do not know; nor will I vainly question Those pages of the mystic book which hold The story still untold, But without rash conjecture or suggestion Turn its last leaves in reverence and good heed, Until "The End" I read.

I would hear him say: "Lord, You turn the wheels of the galaxies. You know what makes the planets spin, and You know what makes this watch run. . .

Why precisely this or that one is placed in circumstances which lead to saving faith, while others are not so placed, is indeed, a mystery. We cannot explain the workings of Providence; but we do know that the Judge of all the earth shall do right, and that when we attain to perfect knowledge we shall see that He has sufficient reasons for all His acts.

Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?

What you wouldn't have suspected lives & trembles in the air. Those treasures of the day you keep just out of reach. These come & go in truckloads but no one stops to see them.

Here we are and there we go:---but where?

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge How little we know that which we are! How less we may be!