Quotes About Mystery

The wisdom or counsel of God is deep water and is often a mystery to the natural mind.

Some things are just sitting there, waiting to be discovered. Other things are probably better off left alone

He held it out to Maude, who leaned forward, keeping her eyes locked on his as the cigarette began to spark, and then she sat back again, her left hand poised on the mattress behind her. She continued to stare at him before turning her face towards the ceiling and blowing a great cloud of white smoke in the air, as if she was preparing to announce the election of a new Pope.

uncomfortable as I felt around him, and as much as he repulsed me, it was impossible not to be simultaneously fascinated by him, for his was a consistently intoxicating presence. Whenever I saw him, I found myself in a state of near paralysis. In this, I was not alone. Everyone hated him, but no one could keep their eyes off him.

Hay mas cosas en el cielo y en la tierra que todas las que pueda soñar la filosofía.

A man was standing at the end of the hallway, just outside an open door, from where a great light shone, illuminating him almost as a god.

Algumas coisas estão lá, cuidando da própria vida, esperando para serem descobertas. Como a América. Outras coisas é melhor que deixemos em paz. Como um rato morto no fundo do armário.

The problem of evil may be more accurately described as the mystery of evil.

and that person might be Nickie Haflinger!

The secret belongs only to the Maker of good and faithful dogs.

Thirty-nine steps)' was the phrase; and at its last time of use it ran—'(Thirty-nine steps, I counted them—high tide 10.17 p.m.)'. I could make nothing of that.

Lossberg's coat-tails.

But I thought you were dead,' I put in. 'Mors janua vitae,' he smiled.

The Unknown, happily, will be always with us, for there are infinite secrets in a blade of grass, and an eddy of wind, and a grain of dust , and human knowledge will never attain that finality when the sense of wonder shall cease.

Thus I continued about a year; all which time our neighbours did take me to be a very godly man, a new and religious man, and did marvel much to see such a great and famous alteration in my life and manners; and indeed so it was, though yet I knew not Christ, nor grace, nor faith, nor hope; for, as I have well seen since, had I then died, my state had been most fearful.

The mutual fund industry has been built, in a sense, on witchcraft.

We've all heard the old cliché God moves in mysterious ways. It's probably more accurate to say that God specializes in surprising us. A God-surprise... - is unexpected and unexplainable, - disrupts the status quo, - turns the ordinary into the spectacular, - shows you how much bigger God is than what you have known or seen, - changes your expectations and your destiny, and - leaves no room for doubt-- God is God.

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In middle age there is mystery, there is mystification. The most I can make out of this hour is a kind of loneliness. Even the beauty of the visible world seems to crumble, yes even love. I feel that there has been some miscarriage, some wrong turning, but I do not know when it took place and I have no hope of finding it.

Partiden eve döndüklerinde hava hâlâ yumuÅŸac?kt?, ?l?kt?, Irene gökteki bahar y?ld?zlar?na bakt?. Åžu küçük mum ta nereye yolluyor ???nlar?n?, diye hayk?rd?. Yararl? bir davran?? da böyle ???r iÅŸte yaramaz bir dünyada.

Su un tram affollato a Roma all'ora di chiusura una sera d'inverno, qualcuno per sbaglio mi tocca la spalla. Non mi giro a guardare chi è e non saprò mai se è un uomo o una donna, una sgualdrina o un prete, ma quel tocco delicato scatena in me un tale desiderio di tenerezza e di cura che sospiro; mi sento cedere le ginocchia. Non è un sospiro profumato di violette né uno spasimo chopinesco: è qualcosa di rozzo e reale come i peli sulla mia pancia

O öÄŸleden sonra BeÅŸinci Cadde'den aÅŸa?? yürürken anlayamad???m ÅŸey; öylesine karanl?k görünen dünyan?n birkaç dakikada nas?l bu kadar güzel olabildiÄŸiydi.

There was something about the man's abject humility that excited him in a way he could not have explained.

The language of trees is even more remote from human intelligence than the language of beasts or of birds. What to these lovers, for instance, would the singular syllables wuther-quotle-glug have signified?