Quotes About Mystery

It is impossible for any Sherlock Holmes story not to have at least one marvelous scene. [ An Invitation to Learning , January 1942]

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you." Charles de Lint (B. 1951) WRITER AND CELTIC FOLK MUSICIAN

Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable." R. Buckminster-Fuller (1895–1983)

Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature." Saint Augustine (354–430) THEOLOGIAN AND CATHOLIC BISHOP

As below, so above; and as above so below. With this knowledge alone you may work miracles." THE EMERALD TABLET (circa

5,000–3,000 BC)

Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.

When I awoke the next morning I looked out at a landscape blotted out by mist and the first thought that came to me was, I wonder who is going to be killed today?

A body? Of a person? Dead?" "Bodies usually are. And this one was very dead indeed.

searched for clues and fingerprints. But I will be kind to

fagioli al fiasco sotto la cenere." She handed him a bowl of what looked like white paste.

I tore off the brown paper wrapping from the large parcel and found myself looking at my own face. It was so startling that I almost dropped the picture. It was even more startling when I read the inscription: "Joanna Langley. 1749–1823.

The eternal thimble of night roofed him with songs and bells, but let in stars.

What's causin' all this?

Electra droned

Veintisiete años con más mundo que el que descubrió Colón, color sonrosado, ojos de más preguntas y respuestas que el catecismo, nariz de escribano por lo picaresca, labios retozones, y una tabla de pecho como para asirse de ella un náufrago, tal era en compendio la muchacha.

Dios existió a la 1:50 a.m., en fin, para darle las gracias por ella, para sospechar que nunca un esposo quiso tanto a su esposa, para susurrar que es mejor que la gente no lo sepa, pues nadie dormiría tranquilo si lo supiera, pero la verdad es que el mundo depende de que ella siga bien.

Vaya usted a saber quién soy yo.

noto que en la pared a mis espaldas una mariposa negra y sucia está dándome una mala noticia que no entiendo.

After all, almost everyone I know, even my very oldest friends, remain, in important ways, a mystery to me.

Before we had stifled the cross into a symbol, before we had softened grace into a sentiment, before we had systematized the power and mystery of God's greatest revelation of Himself into a set of dogmas, we were the children that we must become again.

Is this what it's like? he wondered. When you're about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can't see.

There's something beyond all this. We see hints in books and music.

There were ghosts in the wind, whispers from the snow or the invisible meltwater flowing beneath.