Quotes About Mystery

Relationships were for that reason utterly mysterious, they took place between two subconscious minds, and whatever the surface trickle thought was going on could not be trusted to be right.

And yet; and yet; sometimes, as at this moment, at dusk, in the wind, we catch, with a sixth sense we don't know we have, glimpses of that larger world—vast shapes of cosmic significance, a sense of everything holy to dimensions beyond sense or thought or even feeling—this visible world of ours, lit from within, stuffed vibrant with reality.

Oceans of clouds in my chest.

What can I say, friends?" he cried. "This is the thing itself, there are no words for this. This is what words ask for.

Also it isn't clear yet whether it was an act of God or an act of war.

Something strange happened to me out there in the desert; I don't know what.

And so: change. The inexorable emergence of difference in time. Becoming. One of the fundamental mysteries. Charlie hated it. He liked being; he hated becoming.

Round and round and round we go,  And where we stop, nobody knows.

All things remain in God. Even if there was no God. All things remain in something or other. Some kind of eternity outside time.

him. That in itself was deeply worrying. It was Jeff, one of our mountaineers, who followed a snowmobile track to an unobtrusive hole. He then came back and got Lance, the team's other mountaineer, looking

De todas las ideas concebidas por la mente humana, desde los unicornios y las gárgolas a la bomba de hidrógeno, la más fantástica es, quizá, la del agujero negro:

So lebte Barbara, und vielleicht gab der Umstand, das sie auf Nicoletta wartete ,daß sie zu jeder Stunde des Tages auf Nicolettas überraschende Ankunft vorbereitet war, ihren Leben den geheimen Sinn, das rätselhafte Zentrum, das es bedurfte.

If she only knew that all of his poems had been written to her and no one else, every single one, even the one to Night, even the one to the Spirit of the Swamp. But that was something she should never know.

Dios bendiga los tiempos antiguos, en que existían cosas raras...!

Young hearts have their unfathomable depths.

A veces añoro lugares que ni siquiera sé que existen.

Poteten det var en ny frukt, det var intet mystisk ved den, intet religiøst, kvinnfolk og barn kunne være med og få den satt, disse jordeplene som kom fra fremmed land likesom kaffen, stor og herlig mat, men i slekt med nepen.

But there was she, and there were you. Her breath was on you, you tasted flesh. She came from some darkness—she was certainly not of this earth. Remember the eyes?

Ak, kjærligheten den gjør menneskehjærtet til en sophave, en frodig og uforskammet have hvori står hemmelighetsfuld og fræk sop.

Gud hadde stukket sin finger ned i mit nervenet og lempelig, ganske løselig bragt litt uorden i trådene.

Det er ingen herlighet til som suset i skogen, det er som å gynge, det er som galskap; Uganda, Tananarivo, Honolulu, Atacama, Venezuela -

Hvad vinding er det i grunden endog rent praktisk talt at man ribber livet for al poesi, al drøm, al skjøn mystik, al løgn? Hvad er sandhet, vet De det? Vi bevæger os jo frem bare gjennem symboler, og disse symboler skifter vi efterhvert som vi skrider frem. Lat os forresten ikke glemme glassene.

Får den ikke munken til å luse indover stængte haver og lægge øiet ind til de sovendes vinduer om natten? Og besætter den ikke nonnen med dårskap og formørker prinsessens forstand? Den slår kongens hode i veien så hans hår feier alt veiens støv, og derunder hvisker han ublu ord for sig selv og ler og stikker tungen ut.

I lay a while gazing into the darkness, this dense mass of gloom that had no bottom--my thoughts could not fathom it.