Quotes About Mystery

At that moment a word47 issued from the height. As Judas was standing there, he saw how the word came [down]. He asked the word, "Why have you come down?

The powers cannot see those who have put on the perfect light, and they cannot seize them. One puts on the light in the mystery of union.

Those who receive the light cannot be seen or grasped. Nothing can trouble such people even while they are living in this world. And when they leave this world, they have already received truth through images, and the world has become the eternal realm. To these people the eternal realm is fullness.

Not a word of what he said remains in my mind, but I remember going away with the impression that it was possible to live without knowing everything, after all, and that I might even try to be happy in a world full of riddles.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of mystery.

Viajar por el imperio no solo significaba atravesar zonas horarias tal como lo entendemos nosotros, sino moverse entre formas completamente distintas de calcular las fechas o las horas del día (es un auténtico misterio comprender cómo manejaban la agenda).

His inmost feelings remained a mystery still. Perhaps to himself, she thought, as much as to her. For could even he explain how it was that while he had terrified her at first with his arrogant anger, yet in the end it was his tenderness and gentleness which had soothed her? And she had lain quiet in his arms, tranquil and glad to be there, even though the after-sobs of the storm that had passed still shook her.

When Riley Tatum vanished twelve years ago, no one sounded an alarm. No one called the cops, gathered a search party, or posted flyers. She simply disappeared from the streets into an abyss. Swallowed whole. She should have died. Been long forgotten. But for reasons she didn't understand, the darkness spat her out.

What's that kid's story?" Hayden asked.

You never knew what happened behind closed doors.

Cleery said, "We'll pass it on, Knobs. There'll still be magic in the world.

And now the chiffon.' Veils of mystery and a taffeta lining, oyster and pearl and precious lustres. Ada loved the way the clothes transformed her. She could be fire, or water, air or earth. Elemental. Truthful. This was who she was. She would lift her arms as if to embrace the heavens and the fabric would drift in the gossamer breeze;

Where do shadows fall when there is only light.

This is a house of secrets. A House of evil. A nest for the devil if ever there was one.

They say love hides in every corner, then I must be walking in circles.

Love is the closest thing we have to magic

Even if I use sweet phrases in this description, I cannot even be sure that what I write here is true, precisely because I do not know the Absolute Truth, but what I argue in this pages is a feeling of this tear that is my life, a feeling on this world that will disappear just as it appeared, maybe in fire and ashes or in steam and tar.

Maybe in order to understand mankind we have to look at that word itself. MANKIND. Basically, it's made up of two separate words mank and ind. What do these words mean? It's a mystery and that's why so is mankind.

I've watched so many mystery stories on T.V, when I turn off the set I wipe my finger-prints off the dial.

SS: Jesus is Magic.

I'm desperately trying to figure out why kamikaze pilots wore helmets.

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

Men and women are not free to love decently until they have analyzed themselves completely and swept away every mystery from sex; and this means the acquisition of a profound philosophical theory based on wide reading of anthropology and enlightened practice.

The fog is rising.