Quotes About Mystery

an icy shudder convulsed his body and he burst into sobs. He did not wish to know why, but dried his eyes, saying with a smile: "This is delightful; I'm becoming neurasthenic.

le regardait avec un respect attendri, mais pas trop fixement pour ne pas chercher à percer le mystère de ses supériorités.

Often, when, in the hall of the casino, two girls felt desire for each other, there was produced something like a phenomenon of light, a sort of trail of phosphorescence leading from one to the other.

With Albertine, I felt that I would never learn anything, would never succeed in unraveling this tangled multiplicity of authentic details and untruthful facts. And that it would always be thus, unless I were to put her in prison (but people escape) up until the end.

There are some faces which take on an unaccustomed beauty and majesty the moment they no longer have a gaze.

the more permanent colour of the flowers themselves, with the utmost profundity, evanescence, and mystery—with a quiet suggestion of infinity

linked all of a sudden to places from which I had thought it quite distinct, lost its mystery and took up its place in the region, leading me to reflect in terror that Mme Bovary and La Sanseverina9 would perhaps have struck me as creatures like any other had I come across them anywhere except in the enclosed atmosphere of a novel.

For it is a charming law of nature, which manifests itself in the heart of the most complex social organisms, that we live in perfect ignorance of those we love.

She has an astral quality, even something quite vatic. You grasp my meaning—the poet veering toward the status of priest.

The immobility of that thin face, like that of a sheet of paper subjected to the colossal pressure of two atmospheres, seemed to me to be held in balance by two infinities which converged on her without meeting, for she held them apart. And indeed, as we looked at her, Robert and I, neither of us saw her from the same side of the mystery.

The unknown element in the lives of other people is like that of nature, which each fresh scientific discovery merely reduces but does not abolish.

the moonlight striking upon the half-opened shutters would throw down to the foot of my bed its enchanted ladder;

corps astral à Golo.

Let but a single real feature—the little that one distinguishes of a woman seen from afar or from behind—enable us to project the form of beauty before our eyes, we imagine that we have seen her before, our heart beats, we hasten in pursuit, and will always remain half-persuaded that it was she, provided that the woman has vanished: it is only if we manage to overtake her that we realise our mistake.

always wrapped in the mystery of the Merovingian age,

The telephone was not yet at that date as commonly in use as it is today. And yet habit requires so short a time to divest of their mystery the sacred forces with which we are in contact, that, not having had my call at once, my immediate thought was that it was all very long and very inconvenient, and I almost decided to lodge a complaint.

At last, in Albertine walking with the lady in gray down the little street that led to the bath-house, I saw before my eyes a fragment of that past which seemed to me no less mysterious and terrifying than I had feared when I imagined it enclosed within Albertine's eyes and within her memories.

In actual fact, his nature was really like a sheet of paper in which so many folds have been made in every direction that it is impossible to know where you are.

Look: each moment is a cradle and a casket: may all life and all death seem strange to you.

As masks are the sign that there are faces, words are the sign that there are things. And these things are the sign of the incomprehensible.

Do not be surprised,' she said. 'It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

Monelle grew quiet and looked at me: I came from the night, she said, and I shall return to the night. For I too am a young prostitute.

Monelle found me in the plain where I was wandering and took me by the hand. "Do not be surprised," she said. "It is I, and it is not I; "You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; "Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; "And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

And Monelle said again: I pity you, I pity you, my love. Even so, I shall return to the night; for it is necessary that you lose me before you find me again. And if you find me again, I shall elude you once more. For I am she who is alone. And Monelle said again: Because I am alone, you shall give me the name Monelle. But you shall imagine that I have every other name.