Quotes About Mystery

Let the smoky Käll sustain himself on Mars, and Yuko lay rue on Beethoven's grave. Let the lord of the manor of Rochdale clap his coffin into a canoe and disport himself on the waters. Let Zsa-Zsa sleep on a pillow of haddock in Maria's cello case. Let Mrs Wessen live to see her thousandth moon. Let Ysobel unknit her forehead. Let not poor Virginie weep. Let all and no things come to pass, for how will I pass these days?

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Just because a thing is funny doesn't mean it doesn't have a mystery.

Life is a bank where everybody has deposited time but will never know the balance.

Nobody in this world can explain you the meaning of life, but I can explain it only in four words and these are – I also don't know.

None of us knows who we are.

Science will always give answer to the first question but refuses to the last one.

The good thing about a secret is that women don't know what a secret is.

There are people in the world having greater faith in those things which they do not understand.

There are three things most men love but never understand; females, girls and women.

We all know that God doesn't live on earth but only he knows why?

God is infinite and we are finite; therefore, we can never know everything about God. But just because we cannot know everything about God does not mean that we cannot know anything about him, and to know him in an accurate and definite manner.

A man's steps are directed by the LORD. How then can anyone understand his own way? (Proverbs 20:24)

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me want to dream.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.

It is a sad and very melancholy scene, which must strike everyone who knows and feels that we also have to pass one day through the valley of the shadow of death, and "que la fin de la vie humaine, ce sont des larmes ou des cheveux blancs." What lies beyond this is a great mystery that only God knows, but He has revealed absolutely through His word that there is a resurrection of the dead.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream

What else can one do, when we think of all the things we do not know the reason for, than go look at a field of wheat? The history of those plants is like our own; for aren't we, who live on bread, to a considerable extent like wheat, at least aren't we forced to submit to growing like a plant without the power to move, by which I mean in what way our imagination impels us, and to being reaped when we are ripe, like the same wheat?

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. Vincent Van Gogh

Plus elle disparait plus elle apparait. [The more she disappears the more she appears.]

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

It seemed strange in a way. Only a little more than an hour before, I was about to be killed by a homicidal maniac. Now I was going out for pancakes. I recalled one of my mother's cherished sayings: God works in mysterious ways.