Quotes About Mystery

The trick to being a novelist is to act like an iceberg. Make it seem as if you're displaying only one-tenth of what you know, and the other nine-tenths isn't visible and never mind if that part is pure styrofoam!

Americans have perfected the art of reducing complicated truths into formulas and products. We're desperate for instant, visible, measurable ways of knowing God, instead of trusting that it's complicated and a mystery.

In the twilight, it was a vision of power.

Monsters just outside our peripheral vision are scarier to contemplate than monsters miles away or in someplace only a fool would set foot in.

At a certain point, we all have to come to terms with the unknown and the unknowable. Sometimes we'll never know why.

I'm not exactly certain what got into me, besides him.

Dear Lord, had he seen her cheetah-print panties?

The Body As Braille" He tells me "your back is so beautiful." He traces my spine with his hand. I'm burning like the white ring around the moon. "A witch's moon," dijo mi abuela. The schools call it "a reflection of ice crystals." It's a storm brewing in the cauldron of the sky. I'm in love but won't tell him if it's omens or ice.

Whenever I hear someone boast of having conquered a mountain by climbing it or a wild river by paddling it, I am struck by the foolishness of this attitude. It seems to me a pitiful bravado in the face of a great and powerful mystery, like whistling in the dark to give oneself courage. Worse, it arrogantly pits the ego against the matrix of being, conveying the harmful illusion that one creature can dominate the creation of which it is a part and on which it depends for its very life.

Much ado was always made about secretive meetings.

Create a fog within a fog

What the devil is that?" Jack asked. Frannie eased around to see what Jack was staring at. Greystone's back bore a painting of an unusual creature with fire coming out of its mouth and wings spread wide.

A friend who had a very charming and dangerous brother.

He stole her breath, as stealthily as a pickpocket slipping a silk handkerchief from a pocket, a bracelet from around a wrist, a ring off a finger. So the object was gone before the wearer realized it was taken. One moment she was breathing, and the next she'd quite simply forgotten how.

Once they were beyond hearing, Miss Darling said, "The upstairs is rather boring. It's only bedchambers." "I've never found bedchambers to be boring.

thats why I insist that love itself is a mystery,which when allowed to haunt a man's mind,the power of reasoning itself may fail.

My crystal ball is fuzzy

My greatest fear had always been: The more you get to know me, the less there is to know.

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.

There's a bit of magic in everything And then some loss to even things out.

A God who is beyond out ability to fully describe or imagine, yet someone we are privileged to know, love, and embrace.

I want my life to defy human explanation.

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.

Bérénice avait deux visages, cette nuit et ce jour.