Quotes About Mystery

In this lucid and flexible pattern only one thing remained always stationary, but this fallacy went unnoticed by Martha. The blind spot was the victim. The victim showed no signs of life before being deprived of it. If anything, the corpse which had to be moved and handled before burial seemed more active than its biological predecessor.

I was less the keeper of a soccer goal than the keeper of a secret.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell - whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.

A woman can keep one secret - the secret of her age

God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell — whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.

after twenty centuries of stony sleep, what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" W.B. Yeats - from 'The Second Coming

I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.

His empty heart is full at length, But he has need of all that strength Because of the increasing Night That opens her mystery and fright.

Is nature a gigantic cat? If so, who strokes its back?

O plunge your hands in water,Plunge them in up to the wrist;Stare, stare in the basinAnd wonder what you've missed.The glacier knocks in the cupboard,The desert sighs in the bed,And the crack in the tea cup opensA lane to the land of the dead.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.

Some alien blessingis on its way to us.

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.

Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

Surely some revelation is at hand.

Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said It was the dream itself enchanted me ("The Circus Animal's Desertion")

When they had finished they made me take notes of whatever conversation they had quoted, so that I might have the exact words, and got up to go, and when I asked them where they were going and what they were doing and by what names I should call them, they would tell me nothing, except that they had been commanded to travel over Ireland continually, and upon foot and at night, that they might live close to the stones and the trees and at the hours when the immortals are awake.

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes, But when this soul, its body off, Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows, And give his own and take his own And rule in his own right; And though it loved in misery Close and cling so tight, There's not a bird of day that dare Extinguish that delight.