Quotes About Mystery

Skulduggery Pleasant

Chapter 144

Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

It is clear that there is no classification of the Universe that is not arbitrary and full of conjectures. The reason for this is very simple: we do not know what kind of thing the universe is.

Knowledge is an island surrounded by a sea of mystery.

The feeling of awe and sense of wonder arises from the recognition of the deep mystery that surrounds us everywhere, and this feeling deepens as our knowledge grows.

For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

All our knowledge - past, present, and future - is nothing compared to what we will never know.

What we know is to what we do not know, as a grain of sand is to the beach.

As known unknowns become known; unknown unknowns proliferate; the larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

Those who know it do not speak about it. Those who speak about it do not know it.

Science has explained nothing; the more we know the more fantastic the world becomes and the profounder the surrounding darkness.

The Godhead is never an object of its own knowledge. Just as a knife doesn't cut itself, fire doesn't burn itself, light doesn't illuminate itself. It's always an endless mystery to itself.

Those who know don't tell and those who tell don't know.

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.

Knowledge is the knowing that we cannot know.

It is important to realize that in physics today, we have no knowledge of what energy is

Shakespeare also introduces the supernatural into some of his tragedies; he introduces ghosts, and witches who have supernatural knowledge.

there is only one thing we do know and that is that we do not know anything.

The modern mind has lost all capacity to wonder. It has lost all capacity to look into the mysterious, into the miraculous - because of knowledge, because it thinks it knows.

Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine That lights the pathway but one step ahead Across a void of mystery and dread.

Packed in my skin from head to toe is one I know and do not know.

I remain in intolerable non-knowledge, which has no other way out than ecstasy itself.