Quotes About Mystery

flute. As I stood in the doorway, he lingered over it, then, carefully rewrapping it, placed it in his box of treasured things. I never saw the flute again. *

No lugar desconhecido habita o desejo.

But a God that did everything we thought was right and good wouldn't be the creator of the universe. He would be our puppet. He wouldn't be God. There's more to everything than we can know.

God controls all things, but we don't understand his reasons. Sometimes, I don't like his actions, either. It's frustrating".

Hansu was not an ordinary person, and he was capable of actions she could neither see nor understand.

Why had he come? When would he go? It was his way to appear then disappear, and as she boiled water for their tea, she thought, I could turn around and he could be gone.

Was it that girl?

But a God that did everything we thought was right and good wouldn't be the creator of the universe. He would be our puppet. He wouldn't be God. There's more to everything that we can know.

Hers was a beauty that alienated-she was not cold exactly, but she did not offer warmth or ease-she possessed a kind of eerie solitude.

Tell me what is there, what is there about you that so satisfies me when I touch you? from "Pazzarella

How is your love life, Minz?" she would ask hungrily, hoping to be entertained by raunchy details. I had none. "Um, you know. So hard to meet guys," I answered vaguely, hoping my lack of a sex life would seem mysterious and not pathetic.

I think that's the lesson of this story: you never know what is going to happen.

With these coins I find you. With these words I bind you. Keep our secret, silent be. Speak to no man, not of me. Diddle dum, diddle dee, fi, fo, fum.

coincidences are seductive

Death is not an ending. It is a transformation. Death is the threshold of this life. Beyond it is something else, some mystery.

In the process of listening for mysterious voices and expressing the wonder that comes is a magic akin to the perfection of Tao.

We must plunge into the mystery itself. Only then will we know peace.

He [Nicolaus Steno] told the audience, "Beautiful is what we see. More beautiful is what we understand. Most beautiful is what we do not comprehend.

How darkness infects those among us who can't resist a juicy tale.

The word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder.

When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a person, but right away I knew it was like a person in every way except for how it looked. As it turns out, our looks are not the main thing that makes us human.

I drove to the doctor's office as if I was starring in a movie Phillip was watching -- windows down, hair blowing, just one hand on the wheel. When I stopped at red lights, I kept my eyes mysteriously forward. Who is she? people might have been wondering. Who is that middle-aged woman in the blue Honda?

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

It was like a dream, where the most unlikely person can't get enough of you- a movie star or someone's husband. How can this be? But the attraction is mutual and undeniable; it is the reason for itself.