Quotes About Mystery

Pero el enigma real de la vida no es qué ocurre cuando nos morimos, sino qué ocurre antes. Si queremos comprender la muerte, necesitamos comprender la vida.

mundane feelings of heat and itching are every bit as mysterious as feelings of rapture or cosmic oneness.

relationship between humans and a small group of ethereal

Por qué hay algo, en lugar de nada? ¿Qué modeló las leyes fundamentales de la física? ¿Qué es la conciencia y de dónde procede? No tenemos respuestas para estas preguntas, y damos a nuestra ignorancia el nombre grandioso de Dios.

Let our bodies try To ford a wider time, Our hands not know The other shore.

In each painting, I think, it's as if God were giving up on finishing the world.

Did life really matter? Could hopes and dreams and plans and life end so quickly, so terribly? She looked at the sky. Was anything there besides stars? What did it all mean? What was God? Who was God?

The silence Is like moonlight In one thing: That it hides nothing.

A piece of literature can be many things but first of all it must capture its audience. You need to seduce people, entice them into a world of beauty and horror, light and shadow, of passion, of romance, of mystery. That's the magic of it. Beyond that, of course, you can open a dialogue about the ideas which interest you, but first of all you absolutely must get inside people's minds.

I am a night creature, and I write from midnight till dawn, secluded in my office and surrounded by my collection of dragons (I have 400 of them). I only use Macintosh computers, which I name in dynastic order. Right now I'm using MacDragon 5. Only the devil is able to decipher my handwriting.

Poate c? din sîngele cu care oamenii au stropit, au ad?pat, dar n-au s?turat înc? p?mîntul, r?sar macii ro?ii, aceste flori de sînge care acoper? ici-colo galbenul lanurilor de grîu, în fiecare început de var?. Poate c? macii ace?tia r?sar ?i înfloresc ca s? ne spun?: — E timpul s? nu mai v?rsa?i sînge! Poate... Cunoa?te cineva tainele lumii?

Biete suflete care nu vor s? se desprind? de trup!... Aceasta mi se pare c? e taina cea mare a vie?ii. ?i frumuse?ea cea mare a vie?ii. C? oricît ar suferi trupul, c? oricît ar suferi sufletul însu?i, trupul ?i sufletul r?mîn îmbr??i?a?i. Trupul nu vrea s? se despart? de suflet ?i sufletul nu vrea s? se despart? de bun?voie de trup.

The paranormal, you can't pick and choose. It's all or nothing.

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.

The moon hangs alien, heavy, like a lock on a door; the door is tightly shut.

And tomorrow--who knows what happens? Do you get it? I don't know and no one knows--it's all unknown! You understand, that this is the end to the Known? This is the new, the improbable, the unpredictable.

W gimnazjum panowaÅ' kult rozumu, ale, jak wiadomo, nic bardziej nie wpÅ'ywa na rozwój okultyzmu ni? urzÄ™dowy racjonalizm.

dated to the ninth

The stars blazed like the love of God, cold and distant.

Lady Sylvia flapped across the room like an opaque protoplasm propelling itself over a sand-bank.

How can a treatable illness be a villain? I'm writing mysteries, and the villains are the murderers, though even they may end up eliciting our understanding or sympathy. On the other hand, I could make a case for recovery itself--from addictive substances and compulsive behaviors, not only from alcoholism--being the true hero.

When I finished the first draft of Death Will Get You Sober, I joined Sisters in Crime and, later, Mystery Writers of America. After that, it was a matter of doing a lot of revision, sending out hundreds of queries over several years, and applying "talent, persistence, and luck"--sometimes known as "persistence, persistence, persistence."

Knock on the sky and listen to the sound.

It can be passed on, but not received. It can be obtained, but not seen. ??????,??????.