Quotes About Mystery

Stories are how we stand in the presence of mystery.

Isak Dinesen wrote, "There is no mystery in art. Do the things you can see, they will show you what you cannot see." In other words, there is mystery in art, but one of the ways it is conjured occurs when an author lavishes narrative attention on the visible.

Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.

What would life be like without her writing? Writing filled her life with beauty and mystery, gave it life...and promise.

The darkest and most complex novel in (the Murdoch) series.

Look! A riddle! Time for fun! Should we use a rope or gun? Knives are sharp and gleam so pretty Poison's slow, which is a pity Fire is festive, drowning's slow Hanging's a ropy way to go A broken head, a nasty fall A car colliding with a wall Bombs make a very jolly noise Such ways to punish naughty boys! What shall we use? We can't decide. Just like you cannot run or hide. Ha ha. Truly, Devious

Writing is not destined to leave traces, but to erase, by traces, all traces, to disappear in the fragmentary space of writing more definitely than one disappears in the tomb.

One thing must be understood : I have said nothing extraordinary or even surprising. What is extraordinary begins at the moment I stop. But I am no longer able to speak of it.

Moments mystérieux pendant lesquels, privée de tout courage et incapable de mouvement, elle semblait ne rien faire, alors qu'accomplissant un travail infini, elle ne cessait de descendre jeter par-dessus bord pensées de vivante, pensées de morte pour se creuser en elle un asile d'extrême silence.

On voit que Marcel Bealu se sert des images du sommeil pour nous mettre aux prises avec le sentiment d'énigme qui est pour quelques-uns le sentiment fondamental de l'existence. (p. 594)

more or less in keeping with the intuition, common to the greater part of men, that death is a falling into a dark and immense silence, into an indefinite unconsciousness.

The greatest mystery was not that we have been flung at random among the profusion of the earth and the galaxy of the stars, but that in this prison we can fashion images of ourselves sufficiently powerful to deny our nothingness.

Maurice Maeterlinck

We all live in the sublime. Where else can we live? That is the only place of life.

signs of a life that we cannot explain are everywhere, vibrating by the side of the life of every day.

A superior atmosphere exists, in which we all know each other; and there is a mysterious truth – deeper far than the material truth - to which we at once have recourse, when we try to form a conception of a stranger. Have we not all experienced these things, which take place in the impenetrable regions of almost astral humanity?

She was born without reason … to die; and she dies without reason….

We are caught in a secret history, in a forest of symbols.

The world and reason are not problems; and though we might call them mysterious, this mystery is essential to them, there can be no question of dissolving it through some 'solution,' it is beneath the level of solutions.

The swimmer unknowingly skims over a whole buried universe which would frighten him if he looked at it with undersea goggles.

The unfinished nature of phenomenology and the inchoate style in which it proceeds are not the signs of failure; they were inevitable because phenomenology's task was to reveal the mystery of the world and the mystery of reason.

Nothingness is like the point of the stroboscopic spiral, which is who knows where, which is 'nobody.

What is Philosophy? The domain of the Verborgen (philosophy and occultism).

The study of the appearance of animals takes on interest when we understand this appearance as a language. We must grasp the mystery of life in the way that animals show themselves to each other...There is a specular relation between animals: each is the mirror of the other...What exists are not separated animals, but an inter-animality...The identity of that which sees and that which it sees appears to be an ingredient of animality.