Quotes About Mystery

He who has learned to pray has learned the greatest secret of a holy and a happy life.

Prayer is not logical it is a mysterious moral working of the Holy Spirit.

Love is like a shadow, one can only catch it by falling into it.

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

The full weight and mystery of your art rests upon your relationship to your subject matter.

There are places, just as there are people and objects... whose relationship of parts creates a mystery.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

It's always difficult to really sum up exactly why a relationship works.

What is the relationship between love and desire? How do they relate, and how do they conflict? ... Therein lies the mystery of eroticism.

Relationship is a pervading and changing mystery... brutal or lovely, the mystery waits for people wherever they go, whatever extreme they run to.

No matter how much you know a human being, you don't know him enough.

In the algebra of psychology, X stands for a woman's heart.

People have always known that there's another place, another where. And some, like me, are able to pierce the veil that separates the worlds, and even on occasion pass through. Some like me… and you.

As lovely as Aphrodite—as wise as Athena—with the speed of Mercury and the strength of Hercules—she is known only as Wonder Woman, but who she is, or whence she came, nobody knows!

Gregory hid out following the murder of Lazia. On the night of July 30, 1934

We use concepts like "consciousness"---"mind"---"personality," but we don't really know yet what these things are.' He was shaking his head. 'Not really. Not at all.

From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.

The Kurd stood waiting like an ancient debt.

The terror drifted over georgetown like the sun over a blind mans eyes

And yet even from this—from evil—there will finally come good in some way; in some way that we may never understand or even see." Merrin paused. "Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness," he brooded. "And perhaps even Satan—Satan, in spite of himself—somehow serves to work out the will of God.

Yeah, hello and good-bye," Karras growled. "Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my room?

God was alien and cruel,

Something unspeakable left the room.

There was a strangeness in the house. Like settling stillness. Weighted dust.