Quotes About Mystery

What happened yesterday is history. What happens tomorrow is a mystery. What we do today makes a difference - the precious present moment.

Each day has its own destiny. Yesterday is history, today is opportunity while tomorrow is mystery.

The pyramids, attached with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.

Who do you suppose invented computers? Speaking in terms relevant to you, in terms of earth history, let alone other worldly history, the computer, of course, came from Atlantis.

Yesterday is history Tomorrow's a mystery

K is for "Kenghis Khan"; He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.

The greatest concubines in history knew that everything revealed with nothing concealed is a bore.

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.

Even the most painstaking history is a bridge across an eternal mystery.

History is the siren song of the soul.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

I hated the lost colony; in second grade, we were doing American History, and they said, We don't know what happened to them. That drove me nuts. That lost colony drove me crazy.

The past is history, the future's a mystery.

And the revelation was a little like what saints receive on mountains - a further chapter in the history of the mystery.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

Before I went to New Orleans, I was a little scared of New Orleans. I don't know why. I had only been there a few times. Something about it made me feel nervous, knowing a bit about the history.

We have history, you and I. You just don't know it yet.

To tell a ghost story means being willing to be haunted.

She was a voice with a body as afterthought, a wry smile that sailed through heavy traffic. Give her a history and she'd disappear.Eric Packer about Vija Kinski

Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?

The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.