Quotes About Mystery

No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.

The first book I opened looked promising—Mummies and Their Secrets by Sir Lynn N. Bandage.

Getting invisible is fun, but it could be dangerous.

person's behaviour changes mysteriously according to circumstances. So, it is impossible for anyone to understand it. Explaining this, Chanakya says that like the Neem tree (Indian

Children's Song We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you probe and pry With analytic eye, And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look, You cannot find the centre Where we dance, where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower, Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven.

There are cries in the dark at night As owls answer the moon

The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. —JOHN 3:8, ESV

God is predictably unpredictable.

Mi decisión es una máscara y, tras ella, reina el desorden, el apeiron .

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

Fate's schedule is not always naked and clear.

You've been gone for decades, you hid deep in my lakes, why now, why infect my dreams now? What flood is this?

She disappears after she's fed dinner, to who knows where, and returns sometime after the sun rises, but that's an approximate schedule. She's a Mediterranean cat, after all.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

Woman knows man well enough where he is weak, but she is quite unable to fathom him where he is strong. The fact is that man is as much a mystery to woman as woman is to man. If that were not so, the separation of the sexes would only have been a waste of Nature's energy.

The fact is that man is as much a mystery to woman as woman is to man. If that were not so, the separation of the sexes would only have been a waste of Nature's energy.

Of course, I'm dying to be about for ever so long. I'll ask the King to find me the polar star. I must have seen it often, but I don't know exactly which it is.

All the intimate associations of our life, all its experience of pleasure and pain, group themselves around this display of the divine love, and from the drama that we witness in him. The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music. The trees and the stars and the blue hills appear to us as symbols aching with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

In appearance Sachish gives the impression of a celestial being. His eyes glow; his long, slender fingers are like tongues of flame; the colour of his skin is more a luminescence than a colour. As soon as I set eyes on him I seemed to glimpse his inner self; and from that moment I loved him.

This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.