Quotes About Mystery

Your world is reborn each morning. And you are allowed to start over, at least in spirit, choosing your way with a beginners mind. Open wide the doors and windows, or close them and sit by the fire. But wherever you are, make room for the new, the uncertain, the mystery...And Love..

Letting go is a central theme in spiritual practice, as we see the preciousness and brevity of life. When letting go is called for, if we have not learned to do so, we suffer greatly, and when we get to the end of our life, we may have what is called a crash course. Sooner or later we have to learn to let go and allow the changing mystery of life to move through us without our fearing it, without holding and grasping. I

Your world is reborn each day... And you are allowed to start over, at least in spirit, choosing your way with a beginners mind. Open wide the doors and windows, or close them and sit by the fire. But wherever you are, make room for the new, the uncertain, the mystery.. and love...

Religion and philosophy have their value, but in the end all we can do is open to mystery and live a path with heart, not idealistically, not without difficulties, but as a Buddha did, in the very midst of our humanness in our life on this earth. It is worth asking ourselves: What is it that we can see and know directly for ourselves? Are these simple truths not enough?

Much of life cannot be explained, it can only be witnessed.

All magic means is a line between knowledge and ignorance,

Magic," Core responded, "is anything observable and perhaps repeatable that cannot be explained in terms of any existing knowledge on the part of the observer

Magic is doing something the other guy can't do. We haven't learned how to do it yet, so it's magic. When we learn how and understand it, it's science.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.

Even his name remained mysterious. Just Shane. Nothing else. We never knew whether that was his first name or last name or, indeed, any name that came from his family. "Call me Shane," he said, and that was all he ever said. But I conjured up all manner of adventures for him, not tied to any particular time or place, seeing him as a slim and dark and dashing figure coolly passing through perils that would overcome a lesser man.

Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.

I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.

The symbologist made a cryptic sign. "That remains to be seen, as the cat said who voided into the sugar bowl.

Magic, after all, is no more than the product of knowledge others don't share.

And there would come up from the sea its voice; and the sea has no voice, but mysteriously touches the strings within the soul of a man, so that the soul speaks in its own way, each soul lifting its peculiar message.

Inevitably they find their way into the forest. It is there that they lose and find themselves. It is there that they gain a sense of what is to be done. The forest is always large, immense, great and mysterious. No one ever gains power over the forest, but the forest posses the power to change lives and alter destinies.

where the humid night-time air enveloped them like a heavy cloud.

Do things in your own time. Everybody should like how they choose. We never know what goes behind the blinds.

And, sometimes, such stories, dreams, can only be told in questions, can only be found in answers.

Can they hear the stars, here where they lie in the hollow?

One day she asked the hare why he had come to her, of all people. 'Some questions,' he replied 'are better left unanswered. A there will come a time wen you will have need of me. Then yo will know.

One day she asked the hare why he had come to her, of all people. 'Some questions,' he replied 'are better left unanswered. And there will come a time when you will have need of me. Then you will know.

Does she have a name, this woman? If she does, it is known only to a handful of people. The bear knows. He is the only creature of the earth she would call her friend. Between them there is trust, love. Her world is between the dusk light and the dawn light, the time of the moths, of the owls and the bats.