Quotes About Mystery

Life is, in its very essence and character, a terrible mystery—this whole business of living by killing and eating. But it is a childish attitude to say no to life with all its pain, to say that this is something that should not have been.

The journey of the hero is about the courage to seek the depths; the image of creative rebirth; the eternal cycle of change within us; the uncanny discovery that the seeker is the mystery which the seeker seeks to know. The hero journey is a symbol that binds, in the original sense of the word, two distant ideas, the spiritual quest of the ancients with the modern search for identity, "always the one, shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find.

It's important to live life with the experience, and therefore the knowledge, of its mystery and of your own mystery. This gives life a new radiance, a new harmony, a new splendor.

facts of the mind made manifest in a fiction of matter,' as my friend the late Maya Deren once phrased the mystery.

The mystery of life is beyond all human conception. Everything we know is within the terminology of the concepts of being and not being, many and single, true and untrue. We always think in terms of opposites. But God, the ultimate, is beyond the pairs of opposites, that is all there is to it.

But the mistery of the woman is no less a mystery than death. Childbirth is no less a mystery; nor the flow of the mother's milk; nor the menstrual cycle -in its accord with the moon. The creative magic of the female body is a thing of wonder in itself.

For then alone do we know God truly," writes Saint Thomas Aquinas, "when we believe that He is far above all that man can possibly think of God."[33] And

Now that we moderns have stripped the earth of its mystery—have made, in Saul Bellow's description, "a housecleaning of belief"—how are our imaginations to be nourished? By Hollywood and made-for-TV movies?

What can't be known or named except in our feeble attempt to clothe it in language.

Schopenhauer sagely remarks in his paper on The Will in Nature, "we are sunk in the sea of riddles and inscrutables, knowing and understanding neither what is around us nor ourselves.

The goddess is the field that produces forms. She is time and space itself, and the mystery beyond her is beyond all pairs of opposites. So it isn't male and female. Everything is within her, so that the gods are her children.

But the mystery of the being of your wristwatch will be identical with the mystery of the being of the universe and of yourself as well.

But the mistery of the woman is no less a mystery than death. Childbirth is no less a mystery; nor the flow of the mother's milk; nor the menstrual cycle -in its acoord with the moon. The creative magic of the female body is a thing of wonder in itself.

The second is a cosmological dimension, the dimension with which science is concerned—showing you what the shape of the universe is, but showing it in such a way that the mystery again comes through.

There's the South Pole, said Christopher Robin, and I expect there's an East Pole and a West Pole, though people don't like talking about them.

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.

The bats inebriate the sky . . .

She wore a pleated skirt, a white cotton blouse, and simple black shoes with knee high stockings. At the arc of each step, the skirt would rise to expose a few inches of her taut thighs. Neither Earl nor Duke could recall what Chad was wearing.

Most magic wasn't even magic. It just was.

A sixth sense warned her that she was striking a Faustian bargain. Odd, since she wasn't sure what a Faustian bargain was. But it was something not to be taken lightly. She knew that.

What is it that demands an answer but never asks a question?

True love Before I fell in love with you My passion was for philosophic proof. For metaphysics and theology. My search was for the esoteric truth, For inner worlds and hid divinity. I only saw the truths inside my mind; My brain was blind To love's mystery.

Cinta pertama itu tetap unggul, mencakar-cakar kerinduan dan kenangan, menyembunyi dan merahsiakan sebahagian keanehannya, dan akhirnya menjadi sukar dimengerti, apalagi disambung. m/s 144

Cinta mempunyai wajah dan hati yang aneh. m/s-144