Quotes About Mystery

Softly the breezes from the forest came, Softly they blew aside the taper's flame; Clear was the song from Philomel's far bower; Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower; Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet's tone; Lovely the moon in ether, all alone: Sweet too, the converse of these happy mortals, As that of busy spirits when the portals Are closing in the west; or that soft humming We hear around when Hesperus is coming. Sweet be their sleep.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...

But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet ..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move my heart so potently?

Upon the honey'd middle of the night

Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine

at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason

A Man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the Mystery of his life—a life like the scriptures, figurative—which such people can no more make out than they can the Hebrew Bible. Lord Byron cuts a figure but he is not figurative—Shakspeare led a life of Allegory: his works are the comments on it

I should have known that every time I open the door of my room I am literally opening a Pandora's Box.

The process by which money is created is so simply that the mind is repelled. Where something so important is involved, a deeper mystery seems only decent.

But I was used to finding something deadly in things that attracted me; there was always something deadly lurking in anything I wanted, anything I loved. And if it wasn't there, as for example with Phineas, then I put it there myself.

there was a breath of widening life in the morning air--something hard to describe--

There were several trees bleakly reaching into the fog. Any one of them might have been the one I was looking for.

But there are times you pull something out of the water for which there's no accounting, the only remnant of a story whose contours are a mystery.

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on the window-pane.

My life has been guided by an unseen piano player, who is actually typing this now.

George himself is no mystery, but the mystery George is immense. It's watching him uncover it all that's so damn interesting.

It is impossible to test accurately how long a severed head remains conscious, if at all. The best estimate is between five and thirteen seconds.

What we need is a treasure house, not of knowledge, but of ignorance. Something that gives not answers but questions. Something that shines light, not on already garish facts, but into the dark, damp corners of ignorance. And

No one will even know.

There are some great mysteries here, which each of us is better placed to understand than any sceptical scientist or religious zealot, simply because our Universe is not the same as theirs.

The less you know, the more I comprehend. You don't have to drag me down, I descend.

Mystery is an intellectual process... But suspense is essentially an emotional process.

The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.