Quotes About Mystery

The more you try to find out why you love certain people, the deeper it gets.

A sound we can not hear, yet within our hearts it's as loud as thunder. It's a word we can not speak, although it is branded upon our very souls.

It would be impossible to love anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

Life is filled with the unknown and uncertainties, each day is a mystery, not knowing what the next day may bring, so we have to hold ourselves accountable for the choices we make. We need to make every moment in our life count, every second,minute, and hours. Life is precious and the people in your life that love you should be cherished and not taken for granted. Spread the love, free your mind of negativity, and insert positivity.

Love is a mystery that you and I shall never understand. For love is not to be understood but rather felt.

Certain things in life simply have to be experienced -and never explained. Love is such a thing.

Admiring the woman you love isn't a secret; The secret only admires shamed hearts and supplies courage to love the one who's a secret.

Love can't be explained until it is felt...

Love is a strange feeling where you lose control of yourself and yet feel blissful about it.

Telling someone why you love them is like trying to explain what water tastes like.

Love is when there is no explanation. Just the feeling.

Love is like an endless book. For every page you turn something thats new, but little happens. Every new chapter something bigger happens. Unfortunetaly you cant tell whats happening next. Theres no glossary to turn to, no index to look through and no summary of what happens in the end. Love is a mystery and you just have to turn one page at a time.

That's the whole point of an adventure. You do what you want. What you decide to do is like a mystery. It cant be planned.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds. Men live the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which they never enter, and with their hands on the door-latch they die outside.

Love can't be explained...but you can feel it & you know when it's love and when it isn't.

perfectly in his mind that it felt like a memory. "Who killed her?" he asked quietly. Odilia stared straight ahead, saying nothing. The hymn ended and Whillans raised his hands. "Let us pray.

We are mysteries unto ourselves. Our lives come to us in random moments...Listen to the stories you tell others. The stories you repeat. The stories you want told at the end of your life. What does the story want from the listeners? What is it you need others to understand?

On the morning after the daring theft of a priceless James Ensor painting from the Grand Palais in Paris, I was allowed to leave the Les Halles Police Station after only a few hours of questioning.

For more than half a century, the reason for the Carter Family's breakup has been a matter of uninformed reckoning. And no one in the family would talk about it. Not Maybelle, not Sara, and certainly not A.P.

Did it slip your mind that you turn furry and howl at the moon once a month?

Amnesia—A specific and significant block of time that has passed but that cannot be accounted for by memory.

Her ÅŸeyin bir amac? vard?r. Hiçbir ÅŸey rastlant?sal, anlams?z ya da yanl?? deÄŸildir. Sadece yanl?? anlamalar ve ölümlü insana henüz aç?klanmam?? s?rlar vard?r.

The moon moved in so close she eavesdropped on us.