Quotes About Mystery

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome".

Here, when you looked into darkness, there was God.

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone...

Why don't you come up sometime and see me?… Come on up, I'll tell your fortune.

Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.

She said that it was dangerous to try to know somebody too well. People should have their own reserves, she said, the places they went in their minds, where no one else should follow.

Every day you awaken, the day before you is a mystery, that is the mystery of life -Maggie Bayliss

Lisa said it sounded like magic!

58. "Love is something so ugly that the human race would die out if lovers could see what they were doing" (Leonardo da Vinci).

Love is something so ugly that the human race would die out if lovers could see what they were doing' (Leonardo da Vinci).

She asks him quietly in the dark to tell her about the mother of everything and he did not know of whom she was speaking. She asked the volcano and the volcano belched great streams of wet ash. She lay her head down with fatigue and found her head on a pillow of ink. Upon waking she stretched her arms around the glob and found her fingers weren't even close to touching.

But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don't now. I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

Uno de los hombres pregunta «¿por qué azul?». La gente me pregunta eso con frecuencia. Nunca sé cómo responder. No podemos elegir qué o a quién amamos, quisiera decir. Simplemente no elegimos.

For Mallarmé, the perfect book was one whose pages have never been cut, their mystery forever preserved, like a bird's folded wing, or a fan never opened.

I think it possible that I have watched too many blue movies for it to have a lasting hold on me. If you grow accustomed to wall-to-wall, even the slightest shred of mystery or plot can become an agitation. Who cares why these people have found themselves in this banal, suburban tract home in Burbank? He is not a delivery man; she is not a bored housewife. They are not the stars---their orifices are. Let them open.

Az ötedeki patikada büyük bir kayan?n ard?ndan bir adam ç?k?veriyor.

He has a tendency to slip the bounds of the real, tangible world around him and enter another place.

The garden, Kitty, the boat, the minister, their grandmother, that handkerchief.

My wife who, just a moment ago, was a dark, forbidding figure with a gun, a long gray coat, and a hat like Death's hood, she has shucked off the sou'wester and transmogrified back to her usual incarnation.

and so I took hers. I did. And no one ever worked it out, so I suppose

I enjoy privacy. I think it's nice to have a little mystery. I think because of technology a lot of the mystery is gone in life, and I'd like to preserve some of that.

I spent quite a while gazing out and pondering what primeval forces had conspired together to create such a place. Then I ate my sandwiches.

Sometimes you ask God for something and you don't know what you're asking.

Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far.