Quotes About Mystery

It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.

It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found

Stories of life and death, the seventh wonder of life, were common around the world.

Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. A mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.

In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of its simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

wondered if the animal described as 'semper

star-topped wand!

Cold winds blow and thick ice forms, I conjure up this fairy storm. To seven corners of the human world the Rainbow Fairies will be hurled! I curse every part of Fairyland, with a frosty wave of my icy hand. For now and always, from this day, Fairyland will be cold and gray!

revolving bookcase, next to the vase.

Who was Greg and why was he biting Nina? In fact, how did he get close enough to Nina in order to bite her before she bit him first?

If you close your eyes, no one can see you...

Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.

I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.

If you let the alembic cool, metaphor becomes superstition.

Hmmmm. But what do the dead say? Did

Now the truth of the matter is that there are a lot of things people don't understand. Take the Einstein theory. Take taxes. Take love. Do you understand them? Neither do I. But they exist. They happen.

In the water, in the dark. It doesn't matter whose fingers find whose toes. Nobody can see. The stars are saying nothing.

Inside the house was as dark as an oil slick, so you couldn't see anything moving in the room but you could sense it. It was the same sort of sensation you would experience if a closet door were to swing silently open behind your back. Later I learned a term to describe that sensation - air displacement. What I was sensing was air being displaced by something moving from one spot to another.

I saw a spaceship fly by your window. Did you see it disappear?

When the girl herself is absent, the room is like a blank page, almost no marks or clues to say anything about her, which perhaps does say something about her.

Veel van de levenden zijn ook vaag en op drift, die tekortkoming is niet louter aan overledenen voorbehouden.

Something is wrong with him. You mark my words. He's a wild donkey of

Thunder in the distance, like a crowd shouting in a foreign language.

There are more riddles in a stone than in a philosopher's head