Quotes About Mystery

The first rule of marriage: solve the mystery, end the love.

Well, that's the beauty, isn't it? You just never know how it ends.

Don't let anonymity turn you into someone you would be ashamed to be offline. Be a mystery, not a demographic. Be someone a computer could never quite know. Keep empathy alive. Break patterns. Resist robotic tendencies. Stay human.

I realise I would like to solve the mystery of her just as much as she wants to solve the mystery of me and she nestles a little into me and I put my arm around her. Right there. On the park bench. Maybe that is what it takes to love someone. Finding a happy mystery you would like to unravel for ever.

Love is what the humans are all about but they don't understand it. If they understood it, then it would disappear.

You simply can't fall in love and not think there is something bigger ruling us. Something, you know, not quite us. Something that lives inside us, caged in us, ready to help us or fuck us over. We are mysteries to ourselves. Even science knows that.

It is another unsolved mystery in a world full of unsolved mysteries.Now stand up and walk out the way you came, and the moment that fresh air caresses your face, you will realize that that is what makes the world so beautiful. All those unsolved mysteries. And you won't ever want to interfere with that beauty again.

The more you research the science of depression, the more you realise it is still more characterised by what we don't know than what we do. It is 90 per cent mystery.

Mrs Elm's eyes sparkled with sudden life. 'Well, that's the beauty, isn't it? You just never know how it ends.' And Nora smiled as she stared at all the pieces she still had left in play, thinking about her next move.

She tried to make herself look as presentable as it was possible to look in the two seconds before the arrival of a man she simultaneously slept with every night and also hadn't ever slept with. Schrödinger's husband, so to speak.

If beauty on Earth is the same as elsewhere: ideal in that it is tantalizing and unsolvable, creating a delicious kind of confusion.

Science tells us that the "grey zone" between life and death is a mysterious place. There is a singular point at which we are not one thing or another. Or rather we are both. Alive and dead. And in that moment between the two binaries, sometimes, just sometimes, we turn ourselves into a Schrödinger's cat who may not only be alive or dead but may be every quantum possibility that exists in line with the universal wave function

There is a darkness that fringes

Il disperdersi di una luce distante crea un tramonto. L'infrangersi delle onde oceaniche su una spiaggia è regolato dalle maree, che a loro volta sono conseguenza delle forze gravitazionali esercitate dal sole e dalla luna, nonché dalla rotazione terrestre. Queste sono cause. Il mistero è come tutto ciò possa diventare bello.

Erwin Schrödinger . . .' 'He of the cat.

A policeman grips an arm to take you somewhere, but why does a wife stroke your hand? What was the purpose? It wasn't the touch Cosmopolitan had talked about, and it certainly didn't boost my mood.

Where was that love before? Where did you acquire it from? The way it is suddenly there, total and complete, as sudden as grief, but in reverse, is one of the wonders about being human.

Such as the Dancing Plague of 1518, where, over the course of a month, 400 people in Strasbourg danced themselves to the point of collapse—and in some cases death—for no understandable reason. No music was even playing.

Hugo shrugged. 'If I was religious, I'd say it was God. And as God is probably someone we can't see or comprehend then He – or She – or whichever pronoun God is

When you look up at the sky, on a clear night, and see thousands of stars and planets, realise that very little is happening on most of them. The important stuff is further away.

Her husband was a mystery she no longer had the energy to unravel. Anyway, it was known to be the first rule of marriage: solve the mystery, end the love.

ROY NEARY: Just close your eyes and hold your breath and everything will turn real pretty. —Steven Spielberg, Close Encounters of the Third Kind

I always liked fog," she wrote, "it lends such a soft, beautifying light to things that otherwise in the broad glare of day would be rude and commonplace.

Well, I'm thinking about how life is so miraculous, none of it really deserves the title 'reality.'