Quotes About Mystery

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Quanti secoli bisognarono a quella nebulosa per crescere da atomo a stella?

Quella ciocca di capelli restò l'A del mio alfabeto, il primo mistero della mia Via Crucis, la prima reliquia della mia felicità; la prima parola scritta insomma della mia vita; varia com'essa, e quasi inesplicabile come quella di tutti.

Che vale poter vedere in quarant'anni dieci volte, in vece che una, le quattro parti del mondo? Né il mondo s'allarga né la vita s'allunga per ciò; e chi pensa troppo, correrà sempre fuori di quei limiti nell'infinito, nel mistero senza luce.

Trying to understand the mystery of God is like digging a hole in the beach and attempting to transfer the sea into it, bucket by bucket. It's never going to happen. That's why trust is integral to faith. And really--would a God that the finite mind was capable of fully understanding be worthy of worship? That would put Him at our level, and He's so much bigger than that.

it's God's way of remaining anonymous.

A coincidence is a small miracle in which God chooses to remain anonymous." -Irene Hannon

Coincidence is a small miracle in which God chooses to remain anonymous.

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said we'll discuss it when I commit." She smoothed the area under the eye crevice. "I wonder who they think it is. . . ." He watched her for a moment without speaking. "Louisiana in October isn't too unpleasant. We could take

find Nardik, and we'll find Hu Chang." "It will be okay, Catherine," he said quietly. "I know you're

I have it." She got into the passenger seat of the security van.

Is that where Marinth is?

said we'll discuss it when I commit." She smoothed the area under the eye crevice. "I wonder who they think it is. . . ." He watched her for a moment without speaking. "Louisiana in October isn't too unpleasant. We could take a jaunt down to New Orleans. The department owes me some time, and Jane might like it." "You're not invited." She made

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.

Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind.

Love life seems to be that factor which requires the largest quantity of magical tinkering.

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.

Gravity explains the motions of the planets, but it cannot explain who set the planets in motion.

They who search after the Philosopher's Stone [are] by their own rules obliged to a strict and religious life.

What we know is a drop. What we don't know is an ocean.