Quotes About Mystery

What if the choice isn't between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

There's faith that knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there's faith that confuses itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion and tolerance. Who can entirely condemn when they're not entirely certain they're in the right? But the second, Proyas, the second embraces certainty and only pays lip service to the God's mystery. It begets intolerance, hatred, violence . . .

Maithanet carried a plague whose primary symptom was certainty. How the God could be equated with the absence of hesitation was something Achamian had never understood. After all, what was the God but the mystery that burdened them all? What was hesitation but a dwelling-within this mystery? Perhaps

It seemed poison had been poured into wonder's own decanter.

Dreams drawn from the sheath.

Tir hoila ishrahoi, coi ri pirith mutoi'on; Tir miyil oitossi, kun ri mursal arilil hi; Tirsa hir'gingall vo'is?

he now knew with certainty that the world was hollowed of its wonder by knowledge and travel, that when one stripped away the mysteries, its dimensions collapsed rather than bloomed.

I can see ghosts.

Squatting over it, I pulled it open. My clothes were neatly folded at the top. Robb hadn't stolen anything.

What was the truth about the camera? he wondered. Does the camera show the future? Or does it actually cause bad things to happen?

You won't be going home tonight - or ever, Trevor whispered. You've seen too much.

I mean, who could think about sneakers when an invisible building was waiting to be discovered?

I dreamed about melons that night. I dreamed that a casaba melon grew in our front yard. Grew and grew and grew. Bigger than our house. Something startled me out of my melon dream. I fumbled for my alarm clock. One A.M. Then I heard a howl. A low, mournful howl. Outside the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window.

liked to tell me ghost stories that happened here. He said ghosts walked the halls at night, clanking their chains." Robby shook his head. "Why do ghosts always have to clank chains?" he said. "If they are ghosts, couldn't they just slip out of their chains?

Above me on the landing stood a strange girl, about my age, with short black hair. She was smiling down at me, not a warm smile, not a friendly smile, but the coldest, most frightening smile I had ever seen.

What a strange place to leave a camera. Why would someone put it here? If it were valuable enough to hide in a secret cabinet, why didn't he take it with him?

We used to live in your house, George said. And now, guess what? Jerry added. Now we're dead in your house!

The scarecrow walks at midnight," he uttered in a low voice.

And that's when I heard it. That's when I heard the ghost's harsh whisper. It seemed to be coming from the open closet. "Welcome …" I heard. "Welcome. Welcome to your DOOM.

Mr. McCall cradled his four casaba melons in his hands. They were still attached to the vine. "I came out to water my casabas and I found this... this..." He was too upset to finish. He held the melons out to us. "Whoa!" I cried in amazement. No raccoon could have done this. No way. Someone had taken a black marker and drawn big, sloppy smiley faces on each melon!

Grandpa Mo choked out. They...they...they are hungry. Very hungry.

KARRU MARRI ODONNA LOMA MOLONU KARRANO.

Behind me, Mom busily cleaned out the refrigerator, making room for the groceries Dad was out buying. I was dying to tell her about the scary mask. I wanted to show it to her. Maybe put it on and make her scream. But I knew she'd ask too many questions about where I bought it, and how much it cost, and how much of my allowance I used up to pay for it. All questions I couldn't answer.

HOUSE OF MIRRORS. REFLECT BEFORE YOU ENTER. NO ONE MAY EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!