Quotes About Mystery

La noche, de nuevo la noche, la magistral sapiencia de lo oscuro, el cálido roce de la muerte, un instante de éxtasis para mí, heredera de todo jardín prohibido.

stumbling around I speak to keep from betraying a secret

Poco sé de la noche pero la noche parece saber de mí y mas aún, me asiste como si me quisiera, me cubre la conciencia con sus estrellas

El misterio es éste: ¿por qué yo quedé mutilada y ella no? Me siento recién salida de una catástrofe. ¿Por qué no olvido? No sé por dónde empezar a olvidar. Aun estoy asombrada de no estar loca. Pero ¿se puede vivir siempre así, asombrada, enloqueciendo de asombro?

I recall the wind, the lilacs, the gray, the perfume, the song, and the wind, but I don't recall what the angel said.

Hay, en la espera, un rumor a lila rompiéndose

Toda yo bajo las reminiscencias de tus ojos Quiero destruir la picazón de tus pestañas Quiero rehuir la inquietud de tus labios Por qué tu vision fantasmagórica redondea los cálices de estas horas?

Y a lo mejor esto constituye la más grande virtud del hombre, su toque divino. El último de los atorrantes de Flores es más interesante que una estrella, solamente porque su comportamiento no es predecible.

One does not go to the theater to escape from himself, but to reestablish contact with the mystery that we all are.

He who understands philosophy understands laughter. That mysterious Word at the beginning, mentioned in the Bible, is a divine guffaw.

Cuando le he soltado y creía que iba a apartarse, me ha pegado la boca al oído y muy bajito, casi en un susurro, me ha dicho, deteniéndose en cada sílaba, como si me contara un secreto muy importante que yo no debía olvidar: —Su-per-ca-li-fra-gi-lis-ti-co-es-pia-li-do-sa.

The truth was much more beautiful.

There are three things in the world that are unclear to me, and a fourth one I do not comprehend: the path of an eagle in the sky, a snake on a rock, a ship at sea, and the path of a man to the heart of a woman.

The love goes where it wants; you hear it rustling but you do not know where it's going and where it goes.

Albowiem niebo rozpala p?omie? mi?o?ci, a nie my?l i pragnienie cz?owieka. ?ebraczka mo?e rozkocha? si? w królu, a córka królewska w kominiarzu. Duch mi?o?ci kr??y ró?nymi drogami i nigdy nie wiesz, sk?d przyjdzie i dok?d uleci.

Wiatr mi?o?ci wieje, k?dy chce; s?yszysz jego szum, nie wiesz jednak, sk?d idzie i dok?d.

Amor tremendo è il mio. Tu nol conosci ancora, oh!. Tutto ancora non tel mostrai; tu eri mio: secura nel mio gaudio io tacea; nè tutto mai questo labbro pudico osato avria dirti l'ebbrezza del mio cor segreto" "Sparsa le trecce morbide sull'affannoso petto, lenta le palme, e rorido di morte il bianco aspetto, giace la pia, col tremolo sguardo cercando il ciel".

E' uno de' vantaggi di questo mondo, quello di poter odiare ed essere odiati, senza conoscersi.

So who is she? No wait, let me guess. Skin of the finest porcelain. Hair of the softest silk. A voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes. "You've met her?" "Oh yes, my friend. We all know her. We've all pursued her. Some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. We've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble.

They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she'd never spoken a word.

O ythgimla, pleh esoht ni deen.

Be careful, okay, when you go there. Talia was really scared of this Malvolia chick. She could be dangerous." "What's she going to have—an assault weapon?" "Worse," I say. "She's got magical powers.

I'm a bat, want to see me fly?

There're all kinds of magic in the world.