Quotes About Mystery

The Witch of Endor had no eyes. There were just hollow empty sockets where eyes should have been, and nestled in the sockets were perfect ovals of reflective glass.

Areop-Enap was ontwaakt... 'Je kunt nu maar beter uit de weg gaan,' zei ze met een verrassend welluidende stem.

When Watson and Crick announced that they had discovered what they called 'the secret of life' in 1953, they were merely rediscovering something alchemists have always known.

Ik heb wel de lotan.' Machiavelli en Billy keken hem wezenloos aan. 'Dé lotan,' zei Nereus. De twee onsterfelijken schudden hun hoofd. 'Ik heb geen idee wat dat is,' bekende Machiavelli.

OK," Josh said evenly, "I've seen men made of mud, I guess I can accept spying rats. Do they talk?" he wondered aloud. Don't be ridiculous," Flamel snapped, "They're rats." Josh really didn't think it was a ridiculous suggestion.

To remain unknown in this modern world: that, indeed, is real power.

Her fascination was stronger than ever, but it was not a natural fascination—not that of a normal woman, such as she had been. It was the fascination of a Circe, of a witch, of an enchantress—and as such was irresistible.

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The only mystery that realy needs to be discovered is the one within us

The most beautiful thing to experience is the mysterious. It is the true source of life, art and science.

Oh, they're always saying that. But they are only the Masters of Outer Darkness," he corrected.

hayalet öykülerinin teorilerinden birisi de, bunlar?n ölmü? bireylerin ruhlar? oldu?u yolundad?r, ancak tüm hayaletler insan de?ildir.Kimilerinin de cans?z nesnelerin hayaletlerini görmekte oldu?u hakk?nda say?s?z kay?t vard?r ve bu da, böylesi görünümlerin bedenden ayr?lm?? ruhlar oldu?u inanc?n? yalanlamaktad?r.

Fizikçilerin atomlardan olu?an ?eylerin iç derinliklerinde bulduklar? o yeni ve garip dünya, Cartes ve Marco Polo'nun ayak basm?? oldu?u yerlerden çok daha büyüleyiciydi. Bu denli heyecan uyand?rmas?n?n nedeni bu yeni dünyayla ilgili her ?eyin geçerli mant?k ve sa?duyuya ters dü?mesiydi.

He answered emails in one word—partly a paranoia about email, but even more a controlling crypticness.

That was almost his appeal: he was what he was. Twinkle in his eye, larceny in his soul.

Nothing is so firmly believed as what is least known.

It takes so much to be a king that he exists only as such. That extraneous glare that surrounds him hides him and conceals him from us; our sight breaks and is dissipated by it, being filled and arrested by this strong light.

These days, the bigger the company, the less you can figure out what it does.

We are probably wrong to suspect that each individual has some secret passion, some mystery, some weakness; if Jean-Yves's father had had to express his innermost convictions, the profound meaning he ascribed to life, he could probably have cited nothing more than a slight disappointment.

Del amor me cuesta hablar. Ahora estoy seguro de que Valérie fue una radiante excepción. Se contaba entre esos seres capaces de dedicar su vida a la felicidad de otra persona, de convertir esa felicidad en su objetivo. Es un fenómeno misterioso. Entraña la dicha, la sencillez y la alegría; pero sigo sin saber por qué o cómo se produce. Y si no he entendido el amor, ¿de qué me serviría entender todo lo demás?

In werkelijkheid bekommert God zich om ons, Hij denkt elk moment aan ons en geeft ons aanwijzingen, soms heel nauwkeurige. Die golven van liefde die in onze borst opwellen en ons de adem benemen, die ingevingen en extases, waar onze biologische natuur, onze eenvoudige primatenstatus geen verklaring voor kan bieden, zijn uitzonderlijk heldere tekenen.

Sí. ¿Y qué? Yo la amé. La amo. Desde el primer momento ese amor fue perfecto, completo. En realidad no se puede decir que el amor aparezca; más bien, se manifiesta. Si se cree en la reencarnación, el fenómeno resulta explicable. La algría de reencontrarse con alguien que ya conocemos, que siempre hemos conocido, desde siempre, en una infinidad de encarnaciones anteriores. Si no se cree, es un misterio.

Pero dentro de ella me sentí bien en el acto; creo que había olvidado lo bueno que era. O a lo mejor es que nunca había sido tan bueno, a lo mejor nunca había sentido tanto placer. A los cuarenta y siete años... La vida es extraña.

Dios no existe, pues la voluntad de poder, que lo es todo, que no es ni dios ni ningún otro nombre de dios, no deja lugar a ninguna otra cosa que no sea ella misma. Toqué el sipo matador que me tocó: estábamos hechos de la misma madera.