Quotes About Mystery

Mysteries we did find, and they were many. But I learned that something can be too mysterious, too alien - so mysterious or alien as to approach being meaningless:

Cantus astronomicus, domine astronomy . . ." She was chanting what seemed to be a mix of ersatz Latin and Standard. I knelt

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Father Veronica, not looking at me but gazing at the monitor with fear and wonder. "Bartolomeo

Dear Lord, The Ripper walks the earth.

Nature had seemed to be closing in on us for a kill, when she suddenly turned her face away and smiled. It was a Mona Lisa smile, the meaning of which no one could figure out.

if anybody says he can think about quantum problems without getting giddy, that only shows that he has not understood the first thing about them.

People who've had any genuine spiritual experience always know that they don't know. They are utterly humbled before mystery. They are in awe before the abyss of it all, in wonder at eternity and depth, and a Love, which is incomprehensible to the mind.

Ark, he was called. His real name was Hyath Arkajanian, and he was Armenian or Lithuanian or something, I couldn't remember for sure

She was a tall, firm, abundantly curvaceous, lovely with pollen-gold hair and a shape to make corpses kick open caskets.

He has passed beyond the veil," I said. "He was shot in the head last night." This time I got a reaction. "Shot?" She caught herself and frowned at me. "What's your name? And just what do you want?" "Shell Scott. I'm a private detective, and I want to know all you can tell me about George Stone and Virginia Waring." "Out you go, boy.

Maybe we're just seeing a tiny corner of reality—the corner we want to see. But if somehow we could "turn" and look at what's behind us—we might see something so strange, we wouldn't understand it in a million years.

Dort sind Runen, die durch den Rubin leuchten, doch ich kann sie nicht lesen!« »Ich kann sie lesen«, teilte uns Zokora mit. Wir schauten sie fragend an. »Und?«, fragte ich sie ungeduldig, als sie nichts sagte. »Was steht dort?« »Bitte dreimal läuten.«

Die Zwerge, die wir in den Höhlen des Donnerbergs gefunden haben, sahen anders aus. Ihre Gesichter waren grau wie Stein.« »Sie waren tot«, erinnerte Leandra mich. »Das könnte es erklären«, nickte ich.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can't light up all sides at once. Add a second light and you get a second darkness, it's only fair.

Verse. Chorus. Verse. I'm sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.

What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can't light up all sides at once.

I'm sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.

There are so many things I'm not allowed to tell you.

You wonder what he's thinking when he shivers like that.

We have not been given all the words necessary. We have not been given anything at all.

names of fire and flight and snow

And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them