Quotes About Mystery

Faith, I tell them, is a mystery, elusive to many, and never easy to explain.

But there's a world beyond what we can see and touch, and that world lives by its own laws. What may be impossible in this very ordinary world is very possible there, and sometimes the boundaries between the two worlds disappear, and then who can say what is possible and impossible?

But I have learned that life is more complex, that the door between this world and the next is sometimes left ajar, and that each of us is more, far more, than we are told we are.

I'm getting soft! I need the sea! I miss its greens and blues and grays. Its singing whales. Its silent rays. Its shipwrecks resting on the sand. Undiscovered and unmanned Removed now from all history I miss the sea! Its mystery. Its kelp. Its creatures. Crabs and corals Devoid of complicating morals. Its secrets. All its saline riches. I'm going home.

Keep your personal life private. Take the risk of people not knowing you. Anything you do reveal, trust me, will eventually come back to haunt you.

The art of love? It's knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

Ils s'échappèrent comme deux voleurs de beauté.

Quería seguirlo en la sombra, y quería seguirlo en la

conocemos alguna vez de verdad los sentimientos de un muerto?

Certains physique ressemble à une question sans réponse. On sait juste qu'on ne peut pas détourner le regard. Quand il est là, on ne voit que lui.

elle était si belle...de cette beauté à mettre des points de suspension partout.

Il la regarda comme si elle était un effraction de la réalité.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?

The mystery of the Christian gospel is that our deepest, truest self is not what we think of as our own separate self but the self that is one with Christ. This is the reason that the self that embarks on the journey of Christ-following is not the self that arrives.

Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.

God is not being unkind to us by not sharing… the point is that we are not built to understand the big picture, precisely because we live in time and God does not. If we could see the end from the beginning, and understand how a billion lives and a thousand generations and unspeakable sorrows and untold joys are all woven into a tapestry of perfect beauty, then we would be God.

That's the illusion of stillness. There is no secret. Only the implication of one by its possesor".

Syd always gets in there.

sá»± bí ?n c?a ng??i nào Ä'ó xu?t hi?n và bi?n m?t trong cuá»™c ??i b?n suy cho cùng l?i ch?ng ph?i Ä'i?u gì quá bí hi?m.

It's just that I'm curious, that's all. He usually walks alone" "Yeah, he's a loner, all right," the waitress murmured. "Even when he's with someone, he's alone.

Her features were thin and her skin was pale and she was certainly not pretty. But it was an exciting face. It was terribly exciting because it radiated something that a man couldn't see with his eyes but could definitely feel in his bloodstream.

Just go along with it, he told himself. You get involved with the Night Squad, there's no telling what they might do, even though they work from city hall and are listed officially as policemen.