Quotes About Mystery

I have always loved books for their reassuring heft, for their promise of new words, for their air of mystery, for their characters who lived in them, for the sublime pleasure of disappearing. But not until now, at the threshold of this perilous summer, have I ever turned to storybooks for instruction.

This night I'm thinking of, it had one of those skies where the stars looked poured from a barrel.

Hij bleef zoals hij is, zwart en stil en besprenkeld met sterren.

Indrid Cold.

So much is invisible.

it. He did not tell her, of course, that Rowland had hailed from the berg as she lay unconscious, and that if he still had the child, it was with him there—deserted.

I don't believe in miracles, only unexplained facts.

I can't tell you why God made you the way you are any more than I can tell you why he's planted a carcinoma in my stomach to make me die painfully while other men die peacefully in their sleep. The cogs of creation seem to slip all the time. Babies are born with two heads, mothers of families run crazy with carving knives, men die in plague, famine and thunderstorms. Why? Only God knows.

Discovery requires serendipity. But serendipity is not a chance event alone. It is a process in which a chance event is seized upon by a creative person who chooses to pay attention to the event, unravel its mystery, and find a proper application for it.

The word which appeared as a pillar of flame out of the darkness is the Son of God, born of the mystery of the Mind. The name of the Word is Reason. Reason is the offspring of Thought

Life is passing all the ignorant are believing; but it is passing, to again be newly arriving. Time, a chain of days, nights... nothing else: name for breathing in and out, nothing else! And, what is this wave of breath? A sword! What is Self? The sharp edge of the sword! What is the Self? Life's innermost mystery! It is the whole of creation waking up, to see! Self's drunk upon others but enjoys solitude, it is the ocean that a drop all it does include.

Her suskunluk bir gizemin kabulüdür. Sende gizemli görünen pek çok ?ey vard?.

I hear the singing of the lives of women. The clear mystery, the offering, and the pride.

Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning.

It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about in your drawing-room for the servants to pick up.

Traces of him showed around the child's eyes and jaw. There was the same two-stage smile, and the same frown when answering a question. To the town women she was perfectly polite. She was called Ellen.

Just because things get a little dingy at the subatomic level doesn't mean all bets are off.

The world of the quark has everything to do with a jaguar circling in the night.

Love is part of the chaos of nature and the universe itself. Only by breaking your logic will you know love.

To a Boy Boy, you are a hidden watering place under the trees where, as the day darkens, gentle beasts with calm eyes appear one after another. Even if the sun drops flaming at the end of the fields where grass stirs greenly and a wind pregnant with coolness and night-dew agitates your leafy bush, it is only a premonition. The tree of solitude that soars with ferocity, crowned with a swirling night, still continues in your dark place. ?Translated from the Japanese by Hiroaki Sato

According to the astrological signs, all the humans are born outside of our planet Earth.

Dreams are meant to be kept secret, mostly bad dreams that are still unrevealed.

For limited minds, it seems like we only live once. But who knows what the future holds after the so-called death?

For those who follow Jesus, the name of Jesus is alien to the man himself. Therefore, the location is not identified.