Quotes About Mystery

Everywhere there is pleasure you will find a woman in disguise.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you. Suddenly the TV reveals itself for what it really is; a video of another world, ultimately addressed to no one at all, delivering its own message.

Bien que les étoiles ne parlent pas, même en étant silencieux, ils crient. Although the stars do not speak, even in being silent they cry out.

An artist cannot talk about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

It is at the name of Jesus, the Christ made man, that every knee is to bend in heaven. The overwhelming revelation made to the angels in the mystery of the Ascension is not that they are to adore the Eternal Word --- that is already the object of their liturgy; but rather, they are to adore the Word Incarnate --- and that overturns all of heaven, just as the Incarnation revolutionized all the earth.

People who make no noise are dangerous.

When the former attains to the supreme moment, and when the seed springs forth, at that moment the woman receives the strength of the male, while the male receives the strength of woman...It is because of this that the mystery of carnal union is practiced in secret, so that the conjunction of natures should not be degraded through being seen of the multitude who would despise that work.

la science d'aujourd'hui détruit l'ignorance d'hier et elle fera figure d'ignorance au regard de la science de demain. Dans le cœur des hommes il y a un élan vers autre chose qu'un savoir qui ne suffira jamais à expliquer un monde dont la clé secrète est ailleurs

Dar, cum se întâmpl? adeseori cu oamenii, chiar cu cei mai misterio?i, ai deodat? sentimentul c? secretul e simplu: nu-?i lipse?te decât cheia pentru a dezlega combina?ia ?i pentru a-?i explica totul.

Those eyes, seemingly without mystery, are like certain closed cities, such as Lyons and Zurich, and they hypnotize me as do empty theaters, deserted prisons, machinery at rest, deserts, for deserts are closed and do not communicate with the infinite.

I had recourse to magic, that is, to a kind of deliberate predisposition, an intuitive complicity with nature.

But I shall transmit their names far down the ages. These names alone will remain in the future, divested of their objects. Who, it will be asked, were Bulkaen, Harcamone, Divers, who was Pilorge, who was Guy? And their names will inspire awe, as we are awed by the light from a star that has been dead a thousand years. Have I told all there was to tell of this adventure? If I take leave of this book, I take leave of what can be related. The rest is ineffable. I say no more and walk barefoot.

It was therefore natural for me to imagine what his penis would be if he smeared it for my benefit with so fine a substance, with that precious cobweb, a tissue which I secretly called the veil of the palace.

si vous voulez bien convenir que la poésie est la rupture (ou plutôt la rencontre au point de rupture) du visible et de l'invisible

Voilà que ça prend aux Ubacs, se murmure-t-elle.

T'as parlé le berli du berlu à la corbelle du corbeau ?

Un petit vent posé sur le figuier menait un train du diable dans les grandes feuilles.

I caught him with an unseen hook and an invisible line which is long enough to let him wander to the ends of the world and still bring him back with a twitch upon the thread. —C. K. Chesterton, via Evelyn Waugh

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

I could write historical fiction, or science fiction, or a mystery but since I find it fascinating to research the clues of some little know period and develop a story based on that, I will probably continue to do it.

Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

But on the first day came veiled spirits from all hours into his soul... a soft intoxication, which the atmosphere of nature, like that of a wine-store, communicated to him, spread itself, like an enchanted solitude around his soul.